I'm not much of a rhymer, but this challenge is fun! Here's my second attempt at writing a rubaiyat.
Crumpled paper falls like snow
How can I express this tale of woe
To try my hand at a rubaiyat
I'm no Edgar Allen Poe.
Lost among the pines and firs
It's so damn cold, brrr, brrr, brrr
Rhyming to myself, on this daily walk
While snow falls like a cat's purr.
When I arrive at my destination
My words done with their gestation
I write this little lyric down
The results of much cogitation.
My verse has little to do with the season
My frustration with writing is the reason
Will Santa make an honest poet out of me?
For writer's block is surely treason.
December 16, 2008
© Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2008-12-17 at 07:44
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The Blank Page (Rubaiyat Challenge)
Crumpled paper falls like snow
How can I express this tale of woe
To try my hand at a rubaiyat
I'm no Edgar Allen Poe.
Lost among the pines and firs
It's so damn cold, brrr, brrr, brrr
Rhyming to myself, on this daily walk
While snow falls like a cat's purr.
When I arrive at my destination
My words done with their gestation
I write this little lyric down
The results of much cogitation.
My verse has little to do with the season
My frustration with writing is the reason
Will Santa make an honest poet out of me?
For writer's block is surely treason.
December 16, 2008
© Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 667 times
Written on 2008-12-17 at 07:44
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