A monthly contest for ghazals and Shakespearean sonnets. |
My entry:
Depressed and somewhat shy today, For someone said goodbye today. The poems seem so bland, but then The poets fret and sigh today. The future seems so quiet now, Though fortune-tellers scry today. The puddles splash my ankles, but The water feels so dry today. The gamblers have lost everything, But optimists will try today. A strange, awakened clarity, I stop and wonder why today. A noble understanding comes: He promised not to lie today. Author, the story carries on, I think I will not die today. (8 syllables per line) |
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