A rather silly poem this week. The first line [the title of this post] popped into my head and I was away. I thought the villanelle form lent itself to the idea [and the second rhyme]. Having such a clear structure made writing the poem more straight forward.
There had been an outbreak of poetry
thankfully it was only a villanelle.
The symptoms were a moody intensity,
giving his life an ABA frequency.
He was quarantined in a cheap hotel.
There had been an outbreak of poetry
and his choice of rhyme revealed uncertainty,
he was unsure if they worked that well.
The symptoms were a moody intensity
to which the nurses responded with flattery,
how long it would last none could tell.
There had been an outbreak of poetry
how he longed to get out of his cell.
The symptoms were a moody intensity
to which they suggested psychiatry
as his rhyming scheme was shot to hell.
There had been an out break of poetry,
the symptoms were a moody intensity.
The next step for this poem is to take it to the next Secret Poets meeting and see what they make of it. I'm not sure I will do anything more with it.
Here's The Wave Pictures, a true classic.
Until next time.
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