Every would-be poet should read Tony Maude’s prompt at the dVerse Poets’ Pub today = he gives the rationale and method for writing rhythmic poetry that doesn’t have to rhyme. I wrote Exercise in Iambics a while back, but it rhymes, so doesn’t fit the prompt. I also wrote a (mostly) unrhymed blank verse sonnet in iambic octameter, Florence Remembered way back in 2008, my first attempt at formal poetry, but in the spirit of the Pub, I feel obliged to write a new one.
This one fits my mood. I have been slothful far too long, for health reasons, but alas, it is not new.
To gaze on landscaped beauty without thought
it’s good to lie and wonder what to do
knowing there’s no need to do a thing,
that nothing must be done about it, NOW.
Those weeds will still be there when I am stirred
to leave my life of lassitude and sloth
to write a sonnet freely, without rhyme
or discipline of metre – apathy.
I can’t shuck off compulsion to use rhythm
by inference a form of laziness.
However calm, laid back and ultra cool,
idleness goes nowhere, knotless thread,
a life of indolence however free
the antonym of creativity.
so, on with the motley: new rhythmic blank verse:
The sky is grey as a long-washed bra
that shames when straps are seen.
So I cover up with polo-necks
or scarves with fancy knots.
But I digress, I’ve lost the thread
of thought that I began:
winter skies depress me so
I think I’ll hibernate next year
and not emerge til Spring.