A poem by Steven Heighton (RIP)
Missing Fact
Noli me tangere, for Caesars I ame;
And wylde for to hold, though I seem tame."
- Thomas Wyatt, c. 1535
Sometimes time turns perfect rhyme to slant,
as in Wyatt’s famous sonnet—how the couplet
no longer chimes, his “ame” turned “am,” now coupled
more by pattern, form. So everything gets bent
and tuned by time’s tectonic slippage. You and
I, for instance, no longer click or chord
the sharp way we did, when secretly wired
two decades back (not fifty—but then human
prosody shifts faster); and surely that’s best—
half-rhyme better suits the human, and consonance,
not a flawless fit, is mostly what counts
over years. But, still, this urge (from the past?
our genes?) to shirk all, for one more perfect-
coupling rhyme: for two again as one pure fact.
Steven Heighton
(1961-2022)
More poems by Steven Heighton are available on Canadian Poetry Online.
Steven Heighton died on Tuesday, April 19th. RIP
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Out of the box
I need to do something out of the box, out of the norm
Cuz a 4x4 poem can get boring
So i’ll cut it down and make it a little shorter
And try to make a rhyme scheme that's less out of order
And i'll take slant ryhmes over exact ryhmes
Toss it, turn it, til its art. Amanda bynes
And to make it different, this stanza is only 3 lines.
I don't know if anyone will read this. Or if i have what it takes
Sometimes i wish i took time and maybe learned how to bake
But some obscure, unorthodox poetry, that i can make
Because poetry, is what really keeps me awake.
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