I'm trying
I'm really trying
But all my thoughts
In words go flying.
It ain't much fun
As all my verse
Remains averse
In spite of In-spir-at-ion!
Iambs just jam,
Trochees clam,
Pentameters, tetrameters
Are bounded by parameters.
Sonnets, lyrics, epics, odes,
Cantos-pantos, other modes
Buzz my brain
And then implode.
Dum-de-de, dum-de-de,
De-de-dum, de-de-dum,
De-dum-de,
De-dum,
DUMB!
Great poem Margery! Through your frustrations you have constructed a perfect piece that many will relate to. Smiling, Justine.
As usual, poet's block can produce something using the rhythm merthod, but writer's block is more hard-pressed for anything to come of it. Brilliantly done with all the humor of a comic and the pathos of a frustrated writer. Love it.
Margery, I know the feeling keep it flowing sod the rules and just keep going! Luv Martin
This is a cleverly constructed light-hearted poem with a great feel for rhythm and rhyme and delightfully silly final stanza. Look forward to more gems from your pen Margery. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lol! ...indeed! ...there are times when you want to create something so badly that you can almost taste the rhyme but no amount of worshipping that emotion can produce even the most insipid verse! ...dum dee dee...lol...loved reading this.