Seasons, senses & self: Day 13
“A man tried to read write and flow
In the end he had little to show
For his efforts because
His attention span was
Too short to keep going.” “Oh no!”
One fine day he gets up far too early
Two espressos make mood much less surly
Blue sky – bright sun shining –
Starts writing – stops whining –
Fills a page with calligraphy. Curly
Peas, queues, esses and double-yous, whys,
Wherefores, wotnots, sweet williams, cries
From the seagulls outside
All combine in his mind –
Out flows fiction and fact, outright lies,
but all jumbled up –
words whirling in confusion
and straining to rhyme.
Seasons, Senses & Self: a daily series
I’ve never managed to write a proper limerick. I might start off with a good first line, but I can never found a resounding finishing line. My words spill over the line-ends; my rhymes are often half rhymes… I end up spilling over into a second and third verse, and even then I can’t round it off neatly! So today I finished it with a faiku (fake haiku – the usual 5, 7, 5 syllables in the three lines, but dissing all the other haiku traditions).
So there you have it. A faiku and three hastily written flimricks. To cap it all, I’ve gone two words over the limit – I promised y’all an absolute maximum of 100 words.
How about you? Do you enjoy rhyming? Bending rules? I find the limerick rhythm-and-rhyme scheme gives me a framework to work, but my mind just can’t help pushing against the frame from the inside, making it bulge, testing it to breaking point…