Smoke curls up from empty words. I burn a page for you and incense like, it wafts up through the air, particulate and grey like you, not like the ink that every day I spilled like blood only to see you laughed without a smidge of human-like concern in the way your eyes met mine and turned away. You stalked off to the kitchen, asked again for food or milk or something; gauging you is difficult. Perhaps your age or mine’s the barrier. Although you’re masked by onyx eyes and pointed ears and fur, it can’t be that your feline incarnation could be the cause of all my lives’ frustration.
The above sonnet employs a nonce rhyme-scheme of abccbaabccbadd. After composing the sonnet as usual, I began to look for ways to break up the lines and change the wording so as to allow for doubling of meaning, abiguity, and intensification. In the process I found the opportunity to create an additional aspect in the concreteness (visually) of the textual arrangement. It was created rather off the cuff because I saw I hadn’t posted in a very long while and wanted to put something original up, and it is a little too abstract even now, for my taste, but I enjoyed the diffusion and the layering of meaning that the self-developed workshopping allowed me to achieve. Now if I can just do the same with something a little more concrete (memetically).