What about curginas? Formal poems with free verse line breaks. Best of both worlds?
An example, one of the best:
September came like Winter's
ailing child but
left us
viewing Valparaiso's pride. Your face was
always saddest when you smiled. You smiled as every
doctored moment lied. You lie with
orphans' parents, long
reviled.
As close as coppers, yellow beans still
line Mapocho's banks. It
leads them to the sea;
entwined on rocks and sapplings, each
new vine recalls that
dawn in 1973 when
every choking, bastard weed grew wild.
Beans by D.P.K
Last edited by W T Clark; 07-19-2020 at 04:44 PM.
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