and dealing with them takes up my whole day.
Can’t get ahead, instead I've just amassed
the details of this life.
Creative pastimes I have pushed away,
Creative pastimes I have pushed away,
and frothy conversations I rush past.
The tedium does not leave time for play.
A solitary future I forecast
A solitary future I forecast
since tender tete–a-tetes have been delayed
because I am unendingly harassed
by details of this life.
Marian has a form prompt today at IGwRT. It's a Roundel, which is an eleven-line, three
stanza poem with a refrain and this rhyme scheme: ABAR BAB ABAR
(R = refrain). It has ten syllable per line, with the
refrain consisting of six syllables. The refrain is intended to come from the
beginning of the first line. Also posted at NaPoWriMo.
