This poem is a bit more "trite" than what I normally write. I think adding the rhyming constraint to the regular nonnet form overkills it. Anyway, it's kind of a "throw away" effort, but in the absence of anything more interesting to post...
Walking
footsteps striding along like a song
one hears in one's own mind, for long
seconds, only to prolong
themselves among a throng,
each wants to belong
plunging headlong
never wrong,
lifelong,
strong.
[daily log: walking, 6.5km]
Well, I agree the rhymes are a bit much, but I like the poem nevertheless. The enjambments sort of counteract the severity of the rhyme scheme, and the mood or voice of the poem is not quite what it seems either.
Posted by: Bob Gehrenbeck | 2016.06.18 at 20:44