I've finally decided that since rhyme is much derided (as a tool that's too delirious for expression that is serious) that in fact I really ought to confine my written thought to the form that everyone knows is perfect for that: prose. Or, if I'm feeling terse, I might deign to write a verse, but I'll keep it free of rhyme by avoiding words that chime, in a certain charming form with a strict and ancient norm. Tell me, please, how like you the syllables of haiku?
Daffodils trumpet
March's roaring departure.
No April fools they.
I've finally decided
ReplyDeletethat since rhyme is much derided
(as a tool that's too delirious
for expression that is serious)
that in fact I really ought to
confine my written thought to
the form that everyone knows
is perfect for that: prose.
Or, if I'm feeling terse,
I might deign to write a verse,
but I'll keep it free of rhyme
by avoiding words that chime,
in a certain charming form
with a strict and ancient norm.
Tell me, please, how like you
the syllables of haiku?