We’ve enjoyed a week of summer
Sitting, sipping tea, soaking up warmth and being free to read or snooze on the sunlit patio.
Bliss. The sunshade umbrella has been in use, and friends have joined us in our mini-paradise.
I’ve been struggling a bit this week with Napowrimo: For fear of reprisals, I protected yesterday’s poem with a password, but the WordPress system doesn’t give room to explain how legit readers obtain the password – you need to email me for it. So hardly anyone has read it. Tant pis.
Anyway today’s offering is much more lighthearted. The Napo prompt for Day 19 is to write a Rubaiyat , which basically is 4 line stanzas and a rhyme pattern of a, a, b, a.
In olden days a poem was supposed to rhyme
None of that freestyle wandering like mine
strict moon and June was the kind of tune
that led to poems far from sublime.
Was it doggerel they introduced?
Too much rhyme is poetry abused
too strict a metre with rhyme strewn
willy nilly, singsong is produced.
Slant rhyme, half rhyme, no rhyme
can charm us most of the time,
and to rhythm most are not immune
but overdone, each becomes a crime.