i’m not one for grandiose i’m not one for fell swoops or magnificence
small strokes speak volumes i say
through the plumes that otherwise limit then present myself the conundrum of stairs and greater mountains
skip two my brain urges and i do.
My poem "why i skip steps" is a fun and light piece on the carefreeness of living. I'm not a particularly bold person, yet for some inexplicable reason, I tend to take the stairs two at a time (an odd habit for an un-tall person). I think this poem encapsulates "Broad Strokes" by my definition. The short irregular stanzas mimic the hop-skip pattern of my ever-so-clumsy gait. The intentionally informal punctuation and capitalization add an air of youth to the phrases. My favorite part of the poem is the subtle rhyme scheme, which appears mainly toward the end. I think the utter randomness of the rhyming words jumps out at the reader, like how I jump over steps, and makes the poem much more enjoyable to read