Lipogrammatic fun
Well, I officially got sick this weekend, and last night, amidst a fitful bout of tossing and turning, I started composing poetry. I had gone to bed with a very specific type of phrase on my mind: it’s one in which each vowel is used once and only once. An example: What’s up with Moses?
And so, in my slightly feverish state, I composed this poem and then got out of bed to write it down blindly in the dark. I’m so strange.
O, understanding
Are you sin?
Apple isn’t ours
To quench a thirst
But we contradict
To acquire
O such great things
From what slithers up
Our little branch
Our grand pride.