Looking out the window
Skies are cloudy grey
Through the trees, winds blow
Many months till May.
Looking for a blog post
My brain befuddled is
Of this I cannot boast
My mind is full of fizz.
This I'll leave to readers
Find the rhyme and meter
There's no chance of cheaters
Who shall be the leader?
(note: if you take the challenge, no peeking at the comments until you have your answer!)
2 comments:
An interesting poem, Nione. I'll take the challenge:
Rhyme: ABAB
Meter: Most of the poem is trochaic trimeter, but the second stanza tends to lean more towards iambic (funny how that works out).
Line three doesn't quite sound right, but I won't hold it against you since your mind was fizzy.
good job! At first I was afraid I hadn't made myself clear, but I guess I did.
I think I meant to make line tree a little different. It gives releif from the trochaic trimeter.
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