Yesterday, I wrote a post about a conversation that took place between my friend and I. Fearing E.O. would appear at my doorstep with flowers and candy, I decided to pull the post within an hour of publishing. After all, I’m an ice cream kind of gal. Flowers and candy do not impress me, and I didn’t want to risk finding out E.O. is lactose intolerant.
I’ve written and published 290 posts since beginning this blog in January 2010. Prior to last night, I had not pulled any posts.
When I tried to go to bed last night, my mind went into overdrive. I had visions of me walking around with a notebook and cassette recorder, talking with friends and family. During discussions, my friends and family would ask, “Are you putting this conversation on the record?” As the scenes in my head played out, I noticed conversations began to come to a halt whenever I walked into a room.
I was introduced to a style of poem called etheree by Priya and her blog, “Partial View”.
An etheree is comprised of 10 lines. The first line is one syllable; the second line is two syllables; etc. The lines increase one syllable per line until the end, which is a 10 syllable line. Because the style of the poem focuses on syllables, etherees do not rhyme and the lines are not metered.
What follows is a more cryptic play of my pulled post, cleverly written as an etheree. This is my first attempt to write an etheree. I hope you like it. (Names were changed to protect the innocent.)
Yes, Adam Smith.
Oh my! He is hot.
Adam is fifty-five.
Whatever. He is still hot.
He is old. Your crush cracks me up.
His jawline, his voice, the music… Wow.
Dork. Are you putting this on the record?