A Testing of the Waters

[AdrianLeverkuhn]

Hello everyone. I like to write poetry occasionally when the spirit moves me but I'm not sure if I'm good or not. I can handle plenty of criticism so don't worry about being too harsh. Here's a quick little ditty I came up with recently.

My pedantic prose
Is merely a ruse
To disguise the lack
Of intellect profuse

[PrinceMyshkin]

Hello everyone. I like to write poetry occasionally when the spirit moves me but I'm not sure if I'm good or not. I can handle plenty of criticism so don't worry about being too harsh. Here's a quick little ditty I came up with recently.

My pedantic prose
Is merely a ruse
To disguise the lack
Of intellect profuse

Well, I too am attracted to the writing of short, epigrammatic poems, and this one is a fine example!

[AdrianLeverkuhn]

Hi there and thanks for the kind words. I'm going to hold off on sharing the poems that are closest to my heart for a while and instead share those that I've written most recently. Here's something I've just started experimenting with for rhyming, rhythm, alliteration, and other purposes. Am I on to something here? Or should I scrap it and head in another direction. I can't decide:

Memories are necessities
Inconvenient monstrosities
Melancholic absurdities
And time-worn antiquities

Memories are beauteous
Fragrantly melodious
Frequently homogeneous
Not always indigenous

[PrinceMyshkin]

I didn't care a heck of a lot for either of these, which didn't seem to have much to offer beyond your ability to find rhymes for esoteric words. End-line rhymes can become a trap or a species of games.

[AdrianLeverkuhn]

Ok, thanks for the feedback! You're right that's all they are really. Not much feeling or meaning in them. I just like the way they sound.

[AdrianLeverkuhn]

Here's the kind of thing I've mostly been writing lately. Whimsical and fun stuff. Nothing too heavy.

Morning

Shining its light on the lightless night
The Sun gave the world a sigh
The sleeping ones knew that the light was true
And bid their dreams good-bye

The time between the sleep serene
And wakefulness sublime
The sun and moon hum a tune
To pass away the time