I created the lux poetry form earlier this year to pay tribute to one of my favorite poets of all time, Thomas Lux, who passed away in February of 2017. The form itself was inspired by and closely patterned on his delightful short poem “A Little Tooth” (please check it out; you will be glad you did). The lux is a nine line poem consisting of three tercets (stanzas of three lines a piece) with a rhyme scheme of abc cba abc. The lines can be of any length.
Due to the rather subtleness of the rhyme scheme. I feel the lux is a very versatile form suited for a diverse range of subject matter and tone which I hope is demonstrated by the four I wrote posted below. You might note that the last one does double duty, not only as a lux, but as an example of a catalog or list poem (a poem that is simply an inventory of people, places, things, ideas, etc.) as well:
O Captain! My Captain (My Cat)!
The cat’s exploring in the wardrobe
while, in bed, we cuddle, we spoon,
listening to French songs from 1934.
Bored, the cat claws on the wooden floor,
as we sing out loud (and out of tune).
From the night stand, he knocks over a glass globe.
Then he licks your eyelids, and my earlobe,
as he leaps on the bed, running out of things to ruin,
settling instead for chin scratches and a lil “amour” .
If you feel the need to defend
yourself, you’re probably at fault.
You’re simply guilty, there’s no denial.
Your once “clean” jokes are considered vile,
what was romance to you is now assault.
Don’t speak your mind if it will offend.
Your time of being right is at an end.
Go lock your morality in a vault.
Perhaps one day, it will come back in style.
Aging as a Failed Card Trick
My life now is like that parlor trick
where you attempt to memorize
a deck which you riffle with your thumb.
A continuous stream of faces will come
and go, flickering before my eyes.
Yet as much as I’ll try, my brain’s not quick
enough. The names of five or six might stick
in my head, but the rest just flies
by like my days, recalling only some.