I don’t often write rhyming poetry, but when I do I have a lot of fun! Just don’t take this seriously! Words are tools, jester’s cap and bells, wisdom, and adventure …
the writer burns with a lust
that urges every poem’s thrust
into fame or direst dust
metaphors aren’t hard to find
springing upward to the mind
with neat similes intertwined
sonnets and their three quatrains
ballads with weird la-la refrains
challenge all creative brains
fib and rondeau, other forms
threaten our accepted norms
with bravura mental storms
every trick the poet knows
used until the poem glows
to outdo fiction’s purple prose
A Summer Father … terse, imagistic lines; … It’s not nostalgia that we experience but quiet, poignant grief. Richard Stevenson
just curious, what is “purple prose” ?
It’s heavily ornate prose, too many rich adjectives – over the top kind of writing.
It’s fun for a laugh!
I like this!
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Hi Diana, Great to know you’re still reading and enjoying!