A Pantoum-There is a fan inside my head

There is a fan inside my head

There is a fan inside my head

No on/off switch no plug to pull

Blowing everything out

I can’t keep anything in.

No on/off switch no plug to pull

Air blows coolingly

I can’t keep anything in.

The breeze just takes it away.

Air blows coolingly

From ear to ear

The breeze just takes it away

What was that again?

From ear to ear

Only empty space inside

What was that again?

I hear the whooshing of the fan.

Only empty space inside

Blowing every thought out.

I hear the whooshing of the fan

There is a fan inside my head.

~KEValkenaar

Author's Note:

I normally write free verse, free form poetry, basically I abhor restrictions when I am writing. Yes, I am that person who likes to break the rules of Grammar. Always intentional, of course. Wink,wink,nod. Yes, that IS my story and I’m sticking to it. Anyways...

Every once in a while I challenge myself to write with structure, so that’s when I flip through my copy of The Teachers and Writers Handbook of Poetic Forms, edited by Ron Padgett, and pick one poetic form to explore or blow up.

Now Pantoums may be rhymed but, of course, I don’t do rhymes. Not because I think I’m better than rhymes, just the exact opposite. I can not make any rhymes beyond simple Cat/hat/sat/mat. Believe me, I’ve tried rhyming couplets. Oh, so sad are the couplets I’ve tried to rhyme. Besides, what I love about this form is contextual exploration of repeated lines.  So go look up Pantoum. Then go write one. That’s my challenge to you. Send it to me; I just might post it.

~K