In the liminal spaces between poetry collections, I will be periodically posting previously unpublished hand written fragments, the orphaned odes that did not find a home in any collection.
This is the 11th such fragment of some of the copious couplets and isolated ideas that did not turn into full form poems, but that you may find resonance with. I wanted to highlight where even the embryonic nature of two lines of rhyme can come from and maybe what full works they were influenced by or would go on to influence.
Today’s piece is titled “Untitled” (How imaginative!) and takes the phrase “No point crying over spilt milk” ,and churns it into something else. A little bit of alchemy to make it udder worldly.
I have always loved couplets and this one particularly appealed to me when it appeared on may blank page as it dealt with time- “infinite”, human emotion- “cry” and nature-“sky”. I am not sure when I wrote it or where it was heading. It does appeal though in it’s turning of regret and pain into a cry, set against something writ so large like the sky around us, that on certain days, can seem to last forever.
Algo.
P.S……
I am delighted to say that my first collection, Be.aGaIN, has been released globally on Apple Books
It is so cool to see my very first book of poetry here,click on the badge below to take a look.
Algo Poetry-Behind the Lines 