One Stop Poetry Form – a look at PROSODY
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Ok. I looked at a peom I did while go and decided to rewrite it in meter. Which one did I use and did it work?
For the original poem see 'my secret garden'
Here is the rewrite:
Deep within my heart grow flowers
Watered by the soft, sad showers
Of tears shed in happiness
And sometimes shed in shared distress.
These flowers grow in love's soft light
And bloom to show petals so bright,
These are the flowers of friendships
Their honeyed nectar my soul sips.
No two blooms are quite alike,
Some low and soft, some a tall spike,
They may bloom fast then die away
Or grow more strongly every day.
I weed my garden carefully
To ensure that it is kept free
Of doubt and deadly jealousy
That fear will seed so mindlessly.
Sometimes a plant will fade and die
And I may never know just why,
I mourn each gentle bloom that’s lost
To distance or to time’s cold frost.
I dry and store each lost flower
As memories, so their power
Remains within my heart and mind,
The fragrance lovingly enshrined.
Like all gardens, it takes some work
But this is something I won’t shirk,
My friendships mean too much to me
To let them die too easily.