Free-verse poem using words devoid of their usual prefixes and having changed meanings. |
This poet seeks to accomplish with this chalant effort a sheveled poem full of feck and producing a sidious effect. My hope is its readers will say, a la the golf commentator, the dapper David Feherty, that their flabber has been completely gasted … or at least that they were quite whelmed upon the read. My approach is somewhat trepid since I realize the punity of my actions, for should readers not find this poem picable I am vincible. As my lines dulate along, I trust the result will be wieldy, if peccable, and leave readers quite gruntled, if not completely mayed. This poet iterates to all that I am quite lusional as I write these words and do trust my choice of words is ept and shan’t cause me to be flappable. Even should readers find my poem nocuous, I will remain rather highly plussed. In any case, I have little doubt that this poem will prove to be decidedly unhistoric. (Reading this poem requires a bit of thought to spot all the words that lack their usual prefixes and translate them into their changed meanings. Happy hunting!) Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |