theoriginalblurker ([personal profile] theoriginalblurker) wrote2007-04-10 01:36 pm
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Poetry Meme

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I am, of course, none other than blank verse.
I don't know where I'm going, yes, quite right;
And when I get there (if I ever do)
I might not recognise it. So? Your point?
Why should I have a destination set?
I'm relatively happy as I am,
And wouldn't want to be forever aimed
Towards some future path or special goal.
It's not to do with laziness, as such.
It's just that one the whole I'd rather not
Be bothered - so I drift contentedly;
An underrated way of life, I find.
What Poetry Form Are You?


(If you were not Blank Verse you would be a Haiku.)
Short, terse, unfriendly,
Yet sometimes quite emotive;
I am the Haiku.



*smile*

All choices

[identity profile] greeneyes-rpi.livejournal.com 2007-04-10 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)

a Clerihew
a Triolet
a Haiku
Blank Verse
a Limerick
Heroic Couplets
a Rubai
a Ballad
a Cinquain
Free Verse
a Sonnet
Ottava Rima
a Lai
a Descort
a Tanka
a Cywydd Llosgyrnog

[identity profile] hwrnmnbsol.livejournal.com 2007-04-10 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
That's a terrible Haiku.

Autumn nights are short;
Winter's, longer; Spring's, shorter:
Seasonal Haiku.