MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie gives us a counted syllable shape poem today: Joseph’s Star, with lines of 1 3 5 7 7 5 3 1 syllables.
A
grey mist fell,
shrouded the winter
day which had started so well
That’s January, a month
of fickle weather –
expected
then
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I like this one.
Should there not be a comma after ‘expected’; or am I reading it wrong?
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No comma: fickle weather expected in January.
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Ah! I get it now.
Or, rather: I get it, now 🙂
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Well done – music is numbers, and poetry is music.
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Mother Nature sure has been fickle thus far…we’ll see. 🙂
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Yup — that’s January 😉
And you’ve worked with a (dreaded!) syllable-counter very well here. So glad you gave it a shot — it’s wonderful 😀
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Yes, January is full of fickle weather for sure. But, this is such a pleasant way to depict that truth.
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Very wintry, reminds me how we like to make ourselves upset by expectations…, but sometimes they’re helpful!
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Wow, hard work this poetry. Well done…a picture of January for sure
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Oh well done, Viv! This is perfect.
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This is tricky but you’ve worked it so well! Very apt title too, Viv 🙂
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It is expected but dreaded. We’ve had several days of it. I am ready for some sun. Your poem is lovely break in this gloom.
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