Jul 2021
The skill of a writer, his abilities
Are found in how well he can show and tell
The sun shining through the canopy
In a rare sea cone, the wind nestling
The immensity of the broken heart
Can only be found in his ruby redness
And the frigidity of his thorny stem
With a delicate rose covered in rain
I often found shortness of sluttish time
Can be felt in my restless, urgent lines
Moving beyond foolish rhymes with strict meter
Preserved in every cup of similes and minutes
Myself present in every metaphor
The hours may pass without a word for her
Are found in how well he can show and tell
The sun shining through the canopy
In a rare sea cone, the wind nestling
The immensity of the broken heart
Can only be found in his ruby redness
And the frigidity of his thorny stem
With a delicate rose covered in rain
I often found shortness of sluttish time
Can be felt in my restless, urgent lines
Moving beyond foolish rhymes with strict meter
Preserved in every cup of similes and minutes
Myself present in every metaphor
The hours may pass without a word for her
This poem is based on the meter that Shakespeare uses. It is written in iambic pentameter, but it isn't strict. When we have subjects we assign value to, we are unable to write as freely as we want. And when we think that this is going to be our best poem, we lose a lot of value in the narrative.
