On the Dizain Train
I have the kind of peers who pressure me
to write my poems in forms like this dizain.
It’s time to take a break from therapy.
Feeling too much too fast makes me insane.
I have some memories I can’t explain.
I need to write some songs that I can’t sing.
I’m like a buzzing bee that wants to sting
someone, something. I know that I will die
after my stinger’s gone. Changes nothing.
Like Icarus, I only want to fly.
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Damn it, Tom! Do you HAVE to be so good at EVERYTHING? 😏
This poem stings like a bee.
“I’m like a buzzing bee that wants to sting someone, something.” – love this line, Tom!
Excellent! Love the reference to Icarus. All 10 lines.
I totally get the lines “I have some memories I can’t explain./I need to write some songs that I can’t sing.”
Dizain is new to me. Nice. Will have to try. Thank you.
I, too, relate to the buzzing bee
This is a great poem from start to finish. I love the movement from the bee to Icarus.
Also, your title sparked some memories for me. I used to live in the Bronx and take the D train to work and night classes in Manhattan. You’ve inspired me to write about that commute. Thanks for that!
LOL, I used to live in Manhattan and take the D train to work in Brooklyn.
Aaaah!!! We were both heading in the same direction!!
well done! inspiring!
Choo! Choo! The poem chugs along the track form gathering speed as it goes until we take wing. I echo Kevin’s first line.