Thatched Old roof Bathed in pools Of cloud’s sad gift Vexing sullen shack Who trembles holding back To spite the stygian white Marred branches of uneven size Four frail panes worrying one weak latch Windows of danger close nigh the rain’s pass
this uncouth joke’s on you at the expense of me, laughably simple, yet blind to see tears hot and riddled by truth crashing through this spiteful lampoon inner voice rails with the unanswered stricken to rise from your luring banter
someone close to me told me a secret
it wasn’t you, but I’m sure you’ll keep it
to know news is no accident
but to share in confidence
is a coincidence
This is for the poetry prompt of Education & Wisdom from Elsie Hagley. This style is called Tango, a rhymed stanza poem following a count of 9-10-11-12. I was uneasy about trying a longer syllable count since my comfort zone has been limited to mostly Haiku (yes I do have to count on my fingers!).
Well I’m not sure my words count (haha) as wisdom, as I was really just being cheeky. However, in all fairness I do really enjoy a book far more when it isn’t some digital downloaded file that I have to open in a tablet. Maybe I just like bending covers and losing the odd leaf in a binding.