Am I supposed to be full of rage
simply because challenges intend to doom?
No, not someone at my age,
Words won’t sweep my dreams to a tomb,
I know I have to watch for sighs,
Someone stay high with showing breast,
Others get attention with neat thighs,
I’m myself, not melting in the west,
I won’t be mad
When people send me their blues,
I do enjoy wearing a skirt with pattern plaid,
And having a comfortable pair of shoes.
I fear nothing, if I fail,
I won’t wail in the mail.
sharing it with Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry Week 46 today!
NaPoWriMo: http://www.napowrimo.net/ (Day 23)
Today’s prompt is to write a bouts-rimes. The bouts-rimes is a sort of poetic parlor game: you write a poem using the rhyming end words from another poem. They’re usually done with sonnets in English. So today we are asked to write a bouts-rimes sonnet, using the end words from either K. Silem Mohammad’s poemYou White White Teatime Teen, which was itself constructed anagrammatically from Shakespeare’sSonnet VI, or from Robert Frost’s The Silken Tent. So my end words are the following, I wrote my poem in 5 minutes, trying to end up with the requested words.
rage, doom, age, tomb , sighs, breast, thighs, west, mad, blues, plaid, shoes, fail, mail