Hopelessness attempts to drive me under,
despair to take me down, break me asunder
but loss of love can never quite defeat
or drown, or mercilessly leave to flounder
for I am not yet ready to retreat
or cede to your demands nor yet entreat
your mercy, plead with you for one more chance
pander to your ego, giant conceit.
This feisty lady’s finished with romance
You have already led her quite a dance,
offended her, disgusted her with love.
She will no longer give a second glance.
Tony Maude at dVerse poets’ pub has given us the tools us to write a Rubayiat.
I struggled mightily, and came up with an approximation of the form. I failed to use the 4th lines of each quatrain to summarize the other three.