I shall construct verse that rhymes some day
When I am older, wiser, and a bit more grey
And stooped over my desk pontificating away
Discovering obscure words that rhyme, let's say,
With neocolonialism.
'Til then, words will leap from my heart as they may
Like scruffy dogs who've run away for the day
And return to lie down on my page, panting away,
Much too tired for tricks, too tired to play
poetic nomianism.
Hello Seamus! Very effective rhyming format about why you cannot write rhyming poems! I absolutely love your runaway scruffy dog words.... I'm very tempted to borrow them. What is poetic nomianism? Ok, I'll look it up.
Hello, Laurie! I am very pleased you liked the runaway dog imagery; I have had several dogs in my life who were prone to wander off on various adventures, always returning a bit scruffy. When you checked up on poetic nomianism, you probably ran across the term anti-nomianism, a term referring to the theological push-back against strict adherence to religious laws. So I sort of invented the phrase to refer to strict adherence to poetic mandates. Happy New Year! :) S
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wowww. Amazing write. Perfect rhyme, not at all forced. A poet has moments when he wants to write in a style unusual for him. You are comfortable with it, i can tell you. A super 10.
I am always convicted by Robert Frost's statement that writing poetry without rhymes is like playing tennis without a net, so I will always look at a finished piece with a pang of guilt that I did not rhyme it. But I also have this obsession with finding the exact, precise word for a sentiment, and my desire to rhyme falls far below that obsession. But perhaps, when I have enough time, I will play tennis with the net in place. :) Thanks for reading, Nosheen! :) S