Ninth day of the 9th month and Laura B over at dVerse Poets challenges us to write a nine-liner called a Novelinee. Rhyme scheme is obvious, must be iambic pent. Not my fave way to go, but…
The formal things he writes don’t matter much
but still he sits and writes them anyway;
the keyboard’s keys are longing for his touch,
(they know full well he’ll never turn away).
Surrender looms; he knows he can’t resist:
He counts the beats and lets iambics rule.
The free verse lovers won’t know what they’ve missed,
and all the formal freaks will sit and drool
when, years from now, they teach his stuff at school.
Meeting The Bar – Formal Verse
~ The Novelinee ~