Ode To An Iconoclast

I think I’ve said this before, but I’ve gone back to school. And, this semester, I’m taking a creative writing class. The first unit was poetry and, unsurprisingly, I’m not much of a poet. I struggle with it because you can toss out the rules and do pretty much whatever the hell you want; which sounds great, but it’s pure hell for someone with ADHD.

Of course, there are some forms of poetry that are pretty strict, like the sonnet and the villanelle, but if you don’t like them, you can always write free verse. It’s heaven for rule breakers and the biggest rule breaker of them all was Edward Estling Cummings, who you probably know better as e. e. cummings.

A lot of people love Cummings’ poetry, but I am not one of them. So, what was one of the first assignments? Yep, write a poem in the style of E. E. Cummings. Oh joy. But, I told myself anything that makes me stretch as a writer has to be good, so I put my nose to the grindstone and got to work. And, by “put my nose to the grindstone”, I mean I decided to be sarcastic. Shocker, huh? Anyway, here’s what I came up with:

ode to an iconoclast

rules? CUMMINGS cared not.
punctuation? CAPS? Ignored
or tossed in wherever he pleased.

words? LET
‘s ch
m up
then re

The look the feel thats
what counts any slob can
write a poem people can read

the anarchist who lives
deep in my soul finds all
this a pure delight the
grammar nazi in my head
wants to kill it with fire

In case you’re wondering, the teacher – who is a huge Cummings fan- loved it.