question:Could you take a quick look at my current outline and suggest any revisions to make it clearer and more effective?

question:“You took my man,” the widow said. “I did,” the Sea replied. “He loved us both,” the widow said. “He did,” the Sea replied. “as if you were his bride. They kissed, and then Sea cried. The woman left, with lonely pride. “I’ll come again, with every tide! The woman moved inland instead. * “lik” should be read as “lick”, not “like”. In general, the initial section on each line should be read sort of phonetically. Written for World Poetry Day, March 21, 2018. When I had this idea earlier today, I thought it was the worst, most faux hip pretentious idea for a shallow demonstration of empty wordsmithing skill in poetry ever. So I had to try to write it. I mean, how often do you get to fuse the iambic dimeter of bredlik – one of the newest and most exciting verse forms – with the stately iambic pentameter of the classic sonnet? Since I have been asked what I mean by “a shallow demonstration of empty wordsmithing skill” I guess I should clarify. What’s made this poem take off on Tumblr is not, I’m guessing, the sentiment expressed (a meta-discussion on poetry is supposed to be fun and free vs sonnets must follow strict rules but can still surprise) but the wordsmithing skill on display. I personally find it much easier to be technically clever and fulfill artificial constrictions, than to express interesting and worthwhile ideas in a way that brings them alive. This kind of wordsmithing is a lot of fun to perform, and can be fun to read, but you remember the showmanship, not the story, or whether there was a story there at all. So in this instance, I blew the budget on special effects, and had nothing left for a decent script, good actors, and tight direction. Which is fine, sometimes that’s what you want to make, or see. But I’m not pretending it’s anything but popcorn. Yet know that little is too much. Who laugh at life and know they’re dead. Who build whole worlds inside their head. To call and beck a friend. Flew the friend to alien shore. A lonely trek he’d wend. A hungry peck to rend. Scholar cried, her soul a-sore. The scholar cried, and bent her neck. Her feathered neck she’d bend. Poe. My cat will torment mice. So my cat torments mice. It squeaks and haunts my house. And skitter round my house. Has bound them here instead. They chase as ghost mice run. Was kind or cruelly done. We wished we were dead. And hid in our beds. And told me to do good. Using her flying and her superstrength. And look at people, and smile. Or nod, and feel better. That is not my superpower. Your body in my hands, and mine will be. Caress the curve and feel your supple weight. I breathe your scent, so fragrant and divine. Invite me to the secrets at your core. My heart, my mind, and all I crave is more. Such joy in reading you, my favourite book. This sonnet was written for World Poetry Day 2016. Could you summarize the theme and message of the poem "You took my man" in a few sentences?

question:Can you provide me with a brief summary of the other poems mentioned in the text?

question:Can you provide me with more examples of the newly popular verse form bredlik and how it differs from other forms of poetry?