The one constraint I remember giving myself in this poem was to write it without punctuation, except the semicolon. Except the semicolon, here, isn’t even a semicolon, but an old-school emoticon, if you will.
As a grammarian and former copyeditor, one of my superpowers is punctuation. And the semicolon, across the board, is the most misunderstood of them all. (Except possibly the comma….)
AN ODE TO THE SEMICOLON
If a semicolon equals and but or
then the semicolon is the connector
of the world
sans winked eye
we would go alone separated deprived
of people who mark our punctuated lives
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