I struggled again today; I can’t seem to find a form I feel like playing with, or a theme or idea I want to commit to paper (or at least, not one that I am emotionally/mentally capable of working through after a day at work). So today I picked a form – called a Magic 9, with the rhyme scheme abacadaba (get it?) – and wrote my frustration. A challenge, given the nine-line constraint, but there you go.
Man, I’m looking forward to the weekend.
She’s memorize her favorite songs,
and read the same books twenty times,
and scribble verses, and she’d long
to woo a reader with her words.
But she never felt that she belonged;
her writing never measured up
To stand among the pantheon,
And when they said they liked her rhymes,
She turned away, and called them wrong.
This is Day 3 of OctPoWriMo! Link ups are open until October 5th.