Literary "Kung Fu" (My First Attempt At A Pantoum Poem)

 Note About The Piece Below: Been learning about how to write Pantoum poems recently. It's a poem made of four lines (or "stanzas" as they're called) in groups of four lines. The second and fourth lines of one group become the first and fourth lines of the next until the last group of four lines. Then the final stanza is composed entirely of repeated lines: line one of the final stanza is line two from the previous stanza. Line two of the final stanza is line three from the first stanza. Line three of the final stanza is line four from the previous stanza. Line four of the final stanza is line one from the first stanza. In this way EVERY line is repeated. I share this poem (and it's technicality) to encourage someone that if I can learn to write a poem like this (which is REALLY difficult) you can do that thing that's REALLY difficult. This is something I'm STILL learning, and it's taken me SEVERAL times to get it. So, if you don't get that thing you are trying to accomplish easily, don't let it discourage you. You can do this. The poem is below:


Literally "Kung Fu"


Practicing some literary "kung fu".

Over and over, one two, one two.

Precision in the steps I take,

aiming with each word I make. 


Over and over, one two, one two.

another session focused now,

aiming with each word I make,

learning to "fight" somehow.


Another session focused now,

back and forth and up and down,

learning to "fight" somehow,

writing is my "fight" somehow.


Back and forth and up and down,

precision in the steps I take,

writing is my "fight" somehow,

practicing some literary "kung fu".

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