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One? Done Fun? None One If two? Pass through Will do And you? That's two How bout three? Shall we see? Bit more free Works for me So says three Can we try four? It gives us more Not such a bore Crack wide that door Lead us on, four Would we dare do five? Tis too high to strive? I do love this jive Let's stop while still live Safe with lines of five But hear the cry of six It tempts as time still ticks It's not just a quick fix But adds to this great mix Yes, hear that call of six Rules change as we reach seven Words lengthen, stretch to heaven Lines rise like bread so leavened The changes wrought by seven Hard as the end draws near with eight Liked this before, now's not so great Long lines I don't appreciate Thanks for nothing, unruly eight Entering the danger zone with nine Meaning gets lost by end of the line Despite the trouble, guess we'll be fine Phew, we just made it through there with nine And finally we arrive here to ten What an intriguing journey this has been I'm so relieved now to be at the end So long, good night, let's sign off now with ten
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
the thought that counts
One? Done Fun? None One If two? Pass through Will do And you? That's two How bout three? Shall we see? Bit more free Works for me So says three Can we try four? It gives us more Not such a bore Crack wide that door Lead us on, four Would we dare do five? Tis too high to strive? I do love this jive Let's stop while still live Safe with lines of five But hear the cry of six It tempts as time still ticks It's not just a quick fix But adds to this great mix Yes, hear that call of six Rules change as we reach seven Words lengthen, stretch to heaven Lines rise like bread so leavened The changes wrought by seven Hard as the end draws near with eight Liked this before, now's not so great Long lines I don't appreciate Thanks for nothing, unruly eight Entering the danger zone with nine Meaning gets lost by end of the line Despite the trouble, guess we'll be fine Phew, we just made it through there with nine And finally we arrive here to ten What an intriguing journey this has been I'm so relieved now to be at the end So long, good night, let's sign off now with ten
But who's counting? :) Some people love playing with words. Others like to play with numbers. Why not both?! This was a bit of a whimsical experiment in letting the numbers dictate the form. The number of syllables per line corresponds to the number in the stanza's first line. I went with one syllable words until seven forced one style change with its two syllables and another change with its lack of good rhymes. Numbers are beautiful, aren't they? I was tempted to continue beyond ten, but... Can I count on you to keep it going?! ;)
MicMag
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M/Texas
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
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