I was going to wait until tomorrow, but I am excited that I worked through this prompt…and I have had a beer [a very good one].
After my first anguished read through of Joseph Harker’s second prompt, I listened to my daughter, who said: do it backwards, ma! So, I started with rhymes, but I needed a topic. Fortunately [?] my keyboards — yes, both of them — stopped working.
Joseph’s perceptive eye and ear will notice I ignored a couple of strictures [I have iambic mostly, and some playing with tones] although, in the end, not as many as when I started. I think I ended up closest to a luc bat. With a first draft in place with attendant rhymes climbing, I noticed the 6/8 syllable count in the instructions, wrestled with that [except for the penultimate line of stanza 3 which insists on nine], and got it done. Then, I noticed the suggestion that the second in the series of rhymes be the fourth syllable…got that done.
I admit to being pleased, not with the poem, which is so so, but with accomplishing the climbing rhyme. And, even better, I love the exercise, so will continue playing. Sound is an aspect of poetry I began to develop about a year and a half ago. Now I have a specific exercise.
Computer keyboards crash
and thoughts of smashing plastic rage,
lash out. I am not calm
but must embalm my passions, no
qualms when Best Buy lies
just down the street, at hand
when I demand the quality
brands to satisfy my
desire to buy into the myth:
Try our better toys.
I understand yet grieve —
the need bereaves me — my passion
leaves me push pulled, a wreck.
I’m at the beck and call of all things
tech. I am in thrall.
Go to Joseph’s site and give it a try. If I can do it, people, so can you. It’s worth the struggle, and I didn’t even swear during the process.