Douglas Scotney

Gold Star - 36,682 Points (boomer / Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide)

B: Xxxviii: Password - Poem by Douglas Scotney

I wonder,
When spirit's almost gone,
Will I still be capable of reporting the irony
In a sixteen line poem of rhyme scheme
abba a baab b abba a,
Not one of the a's or b's a repeated word,
And of saying, 'That's no sign of spirit!
I started collecting rhymes
Right back at the start?

'Besides: Born French, Born Lucky,
Is certainly true with rhyme.'

I've started writing in French.
Now, to get my hands on
Baudelaire's rhyme book,
And stretch my average
To sixteen.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

After reading LXXX Le Gout du neant. No.73 in Poemhunter. No English is available here but you can note the rhyme.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, February 11, 2013


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