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Dammit, I Did It Wrong

My commenters saw through my evil plot:

I think, for the year, I will write in prose only;
no rhyme and no meter, no scansion, no verse.
Iambic pentameter? Perish the notion!
We’ll see if my writing gets better… or worse.
A year without sonnets, or ballads, or limericks;
a year without couplets or bad villanelles;
a year when my thoughts must be written, unfiltered
by badly-forced rhymes jammed in metrical shells.
I’ve posted in quatrains; I’ve posted in couplets;
I’ve posted a few in a form of my own.
I’ve written more verse than I care to remember,
in forms more diverse than most people have known!
But now, for one year, I will change up my thinking;
I’ll curb my obsession with meter and rhyme.
Or maybe I won’t, cos this “try it a year” bit
is silly, and simply a waste of my time.

This was, in fact, a commentary on the pastor’s year of living godlessly. It seems an honest try, and not a con, but stranger things have happened. We shall see.

The odds of my ability to change, to see the world and not look first for rhymes, are small. I’d have to wholly re-arrange my thoughts (already strained enough, at times). We can, with practice, change our usual ways of doing things; we are not set in stone. But wow, it’s hard—a year’s a lot of days, and who’s to say it’s worth it, once it’s done? So, no, I think I’ll keep on writing verse, pretending it’s a blessing, not a curse.

Comments

  1. Cuttlefish says

    Dammit again!

    This was, in fact, a commentary on
    The pastor’s year of living godlessly;
    It seems an honest try, and not a con,
    But stranger things have happened. We shall see.
    The odds of my ability to change,
    To see the world and not look first for rhymes,
    Are small. I’d have to wholly re-arrange
    My thoughts (already strained enough, at times).
    We can, with practice, change our usual ways
    Of doing things; we are not set in stone.
    But wow, it’s hard—a year’s a lot of days,
    And who’s to say it’s worth it, once it’s done?
    So, no, I think I’ll keep on writing verse,
    Pretending it’s a blessing, not a curse.

    On the other hand, if Hemant can crowdsource 19 grand for me, I’d be willing to give up poetry for a year!

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