Two Left Feet

NaPoWriMo day 3. A fourteener triolet.

The iambs in pentameter will dance across the page,
But in fourteeners limp along, with extra two feet left.
Once in another lifetime, writing sonnets was the rage,
The iambs in pentameter would dance across the page.

It seems the sonnet-writer now will only show his age
As more and more write free-verse, leaving formal poems bereft.
The iambs in pentameter will dance across the page,
But in fourteeners limp along, with extra two feet left.

Reviews

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~~ oh no... ~~ i am guilty of writing only free-verse... :P

~~ my only excuse is that english is my third language... :P

[Joel M Frye]

Nothing wrong at all with writing free-verse, mlle. serah. Some of us dinosaurs are content to wallow in the tar-pits of form, is all. ;)

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~~ hahahahahaha... ~~ that's one of the funniest things ever said, monsieur Bear... ~~ plus... i don't think dinosaurs could write sonnets... :P ~~ you're a Bear... a brilliant 9-year-old... ~~ i don't get along with anyone who is 10 in the head... :P

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* 10 or above... :P

[Joel M Frye]

Woohoo! I've attained the divine state of tomato brain!! Woooohooooo!!!!

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~~ hahahahahahahahahahaha... :P ~~ i hate to correct you, monsieur Bear... but you haven't attained it... you've just realized who you are since the longest time... :P ~~ no one who is 10 or above even attempts to talk to me... :P