If I only could remember the term for five... today I tried to follow some poetic forms knowing in advance my muse, inspiration, emotions, whatever the hell you want to call them were not where they needed to be. I ended up with this stuff. This is my explanation as to why I just do free verse.
Terza Rima
As I stared up at the moon
The thoughts that filled me were serene
Whistling to myself a tune
The night so dark I saw no green
Yet I stared up with delight
Rigid, though filled from the caffeine
My eyes dilated at the sight
Absorbing all the energy
That seemed to come from the twilight
I have had such curiosity
Since childhood about this sphere
That orbits with consistency
So I continue gazing to the atmosphere
To make sure it does not disappear
Rhyme Royal
I think the absence
Of a warrantee
Is no coincidence
Just plan cruelty
And I hope you will agree
Life could be continual
Yet tends to end in funeral
Canopus
Why does she overreact
From such a silly argument
The subject was completely abstract
It deserves no acknowledgment
Sometimes one must beg and plea
Or just be obedient
Where is there a referee
Ottova Rima
I hope that this one is sincere
And ends up semi-permanent
I pray that I am in the clear
And that I stay so confident
Please God, let nothing interfere
Needing no more embarrassment
Maybe things stay up in the air
When people are having an affair
Sonnet-this was really bad
There was a man that ran up to the tree
He was not by far the first criminal
To escape the eyes of the general
He grabbed hold and climbed until he could see
Hoping he could fulfill the prophesy
The view he got was almost minimal
Yet what he saw made him less cynical
So down to walk the path to set him free
He had some speed and this was a clear fact
But it might not make any difference
For now he had to move with so much tact
Chased knowing that death was the consequence
He managed to avoid the great attack
By crossing to a new side of the fence
No comments:
Post a Comment