I've often said that I can't rhyme worth a dime ... but here I go again.
I keep trying. For me it's something like trying to leap over a high picket fence ... uphill ... and on a slippery slope, at that. I have trouble maintaining any kind of a rhyme scheme while trying to tell a story ... if, indeed, I have a story to tell.
I keep promising that I won't, but I do ... keep trying, that is. It's simply the challenge, I guess.
The result? Today's poem ... a double-edged blunt blade, if you will ... a poem about the difficulty ... at least the difficulty I have ... with keeping promises, especially to myself ... a poem in rhyme.
And I can't promise you that it won't happen again.
I keep being drawn back to this difficult task. I keep thinking that this time it will go well and I'll end up with something I can share with others. But it seldom does.
Today's illustration, I suppose, speaks to promises unkept ... I prefer to think of them as promises I will keep ... just as soon as I can get around to them.
Actually, it represents things I should've done yesterday ... must do today ... but probably will still be working on tomorrow.
Ah, tomorrow ...
Meanwhile, today ... and the poem:
PROMISES
I begin my year
With high resolve,
But my plans, I fear,
Start to dissolve
As the new wears off
The leaf I've turned
And the flames flare off
Bridges I've burned.
© 1996
(originally published in Mature Living)
Today's word: rhyme
2 comments:
Rhyme-time or no, I liked the poem. I must admit, that I liked it well enough that I had to look for the rhyme in the last sentence. I see that I can get caught up in your poetry--either way. I never make resolutions...just charge into it and do it, then none are broken.
I've been off line more than I have on, so now I have the opportunity to read more than one a day. It's catch-up time for me, and I'm glad to get back.
That was from Helen in Florida. I don't like to do anything anonymously. I made a mistake and don't know exactly how.
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