Just Write...

[tectak]

Just Write......

Attached to every word, as though to compensate,
are moments, summed and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with  light of reason, fuming condensate
illuminates the pages as it burns.

Seared by the charge of cliched clause, the battle
'twixt  wisdom of  vernacular excess
and language made to obfuscate intention,
rages whilst protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme, no god-sent pattern;
each template placed is used once then degrades.
Words are cast like runes upon a river
to float or sink like witches on parade.

So throw your soul into the soup semantic,
stir up the pottage, simmer to reduce.
Remember aways, taste will be subjective,
and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.
tectak
2014

Or:

Attached to every word, as though to compensate,are moments, summed and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with  light of reason, fuming condensate illuminates the pages as it burns.

Seared by the charge of cliched clause, the battle 'twixt  wisdom of  vernacular excess
and language made to obfuscate intention, rages whilst protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme, no god-sent pattern; each template placed is used once then degrades.
Words are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like witches on parade.

So throw your soul into the soup semantic, stir up the pottage, simmer to reduce.
Remember aways, taste will be subjective, and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.

or:

Attached to every word,
as though to compensate,
are moments, summed
and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with  light of reason,
fuming condensate
illuminates the pages
as it burns.

Seared by the charge
of cliched clause, the battle
'twixt  wisdom of  
vernacular excess
and language made
to obfuscate intention,
rages whilst
protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme,
no god-sent pattern;
each template placed
is used once then degrades.
Words are cast
like runes upon a river
to float or sink
like witches on parade.

So throw your soul
into the soup semantic,
stir up the pottage,
simmer to reduce.
Remember aways,
taste will be subjective,
and that, my friend,
will be your best excuse.

or:

Attached to every word as though to compensate
Are moments summed and sorted in their turn
Aglow with  light of reason fuming condensate
Illuminates the pages as it burns

Seared by the charge of cliched clause the battle
'Twixt  wisdom of  vernacular excess
And language made to obfuscate intention
Rages whilst protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme no god-sent pattern
Each template placed is used once then degrades
Words are cast like runes upon a river
To float or sink like witches on parade.

So throw your soul into the soup semantic
Stir up the pottage simmer to reduce
Remember aways, taste will be subjective
And that my friend will be your best excuse.

or:

Attached to every word, as though to compensate, are moments, summed and sorted in their turn. Aglow with  light of reason, fuming condensate illuminates the pages as it burns. Seared by the charge of cliched clause, the battle 'twixt  wisdom of vernacular excess
and language made to obfuscate intention, rages whilst protagonists protest. There is no perfect rhyme, no god-sent pattern; each template placed is used once then degrades.Words are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like witches on parade.
So throw your soul into the soup semantic, stir up the pottage, simmer to reduce.Remember aways, taste will be subjective, and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.

or:

Attached to every word as though to compensate are moments summed and sorted in their turn aglow with  light of reason fuming condensate illuminates the pages as it burns  seared by the charge of cliched clause the battle 'twixt  wisdom of vernacular excess and language made to obfuscate intention rages whilst protagonists protest there is no perfect rhyme no god-sent pattern each template placed is used once then degrades words are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like witches on parade so throw your soul into the soup semantic stir up the pottage  simmer to reduce remember aways taste will be subjective  and that  my friend will be your best excuse

Write on.....

Thank you for posting this poem. It is very inspiring and  draws the reader to re-read it.
If it's words were runes upon the water,  alphabet soup may turn into hearty pottage. Stranger things have happened!!   G.

Hi grace,
you are to be thanked for your name I oftimes accuse others of writing poetry like alphabet soup...we shall see if this draws them out. Did you have any preferences on form? (Trick question)
Best,
trctak