This ending
is just another circle.
Your smile is a segment of arc
in my eternity.
There is nothing more
he said.
This is the end.
While they watch the line
vanish into mist,
the curlicue twists
and something more
ensues.
Today’s napowrimo.net prompt is to write a palinode: a reversal of opinion, essentially.
Doing the taxes hurts my synapses.
All the receipts for exemptions
I will greet (sweet redemption!)
as brilliant sun, shining to my refund!
.
.
.
POETRY LESSON:
Playing with rhyme today.
Internal rhyme occurs two ways, either inside one line (taxes/synapses, greet/sweet) or inside two consecutive lines (receipts/greet).
End rhyme: exemption/redemption.
Imperfect rhyme: taxes/synapses, receipts/greet, sun/refund.
Feminine rhyme: exemption/redemption. (Rhyme over 2+ syllables, ’cause women are more complex, of course) 🙂
Masculine rhyme: greet/sweet. (Rhyme on a single syllable).
Heart tight bound again
with futile cords. Door echoes.
Yearly denouement
.
A plant can not thrive
uprooted every few months.
I am still root-less
.
How can teachers bloom?
Hopeful blossoms fight
‘gainst futility.
A message from my friend Amin and his cronies in Toronto, particularly for those with December birthdays:
>>chuckle<< Fun to have a production studio, eh? He obviously has time on his hands now that Flashpoint has wrapped… 😉 This is quite the step up from the cassette tapes he used to make us for birthdays!