My Muse is gone

Today marks a first, dear reader. Actually, it marks a couple firsts. This is the first time I have written a rondeau. A Rondeau is a French form, 15 lines long, consisting of three stanzas: a quintet, a quatrain, and a sestet with a rhyme scheme as follows: aabba aabR aabbaR. Lines 9 and 15 are short - a refrain (R) consisting of a phrase taken from line one. The other lines are longer (but all of the same metrical length).

The next first is that I managed to use the word 'shite' in a poem. Shite is a colloquial way to say shit. And the third first is that I address you personally in this piece.

The prompt today was to be based on the word 'conquered'. And something about what Virgil said...love conquers all. Well, dear reader, I conquered. I hope you enjoy today's poem, which has nothing to do with love. Actually, it has nothing to do with the prompt at all. And I like it.

Rod E. Kok

October 6, 2018

My muse is gone. I cannot write

I struggle in vain with all my might.

I hate these words which are to rhyme

I really would rather not waste my time.

This prompt has got me very uptight.

Laughing out loud as I pen this shite

I cannot wait to be done tonight.

Not publishing this would be a crime.

My muse is gone.

Dear reader, do you see my plight?

You probably want me to feel contrite.

Well, I don’t. My words are sublime

although they’re really not worth a dime.

Getting this far has been a fight.

My muse is gone.