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Friday, April 5, 2013

RIMES AND CRIMES

   
     We write mysteries—mysteries filled with romance, terror, intrigue and fantasy. But April is National Poetry Month and I wonder how many of us will take a break and write lyric poetry, narrative poetry, blank verse—Will Shakespeare did it. Perhaps free verse, an elegy on a sad occasion or an epigram? Is there someone amongst us who has written a ballad—a repeated refrain that tells a tale? How about an ode, a sonnet to someone you love? Perhaps you’ve tinkered with a limerick that would make friends laugh or a simple rime?
     I wrote my first rime while doing a “bread and butter,” job at a conference where speakers were trying to get investors for health insurance plans. On the last day of the conference, one speaker had no attendees and the staff—including me—were handed pads and pens and told to sit in the room and pay rapt attention.
     The speaker was nervous and could have used a few lessons in how to prepare his presentation and in spite of an overly air-conditioned room, I could feel my eyes closing.  Something had to be done. I picked up the pen and began to write. No on would be the wiser—if anyone noticed, they would think I was taking notes. This tribute to mysteries is what emerged.
NIGHT SWEATS
My sheets are damp, in disarray
A devil incarnate joined the fray
Should he poison, slash or shoot?
That single print must match his boot
The P.I. who will solve this case;
How many puzzles does the lady face?
Has she a partner? A dog? A cat?
Is the cat the one to smell a rat?
The cop is loaded with testosterone
Of course—it accounts for his deep baritone
Will their dialogue move the plot?
Does Chapter Two stall? Or not?
Need a couple of clues for the reader to glean
Perhaps a red herring in-between?
I’ve wrestled my pillow to the floor
While adding a touch of blood and gore
At last! It’s here! The morning light
It’s time to rise, time to write.

Poetry anyone?

Elise

6 comments:

Anne Marie Becker said...

LOVE your poem, Elise! The only poems I've written were for high school English class...and maybe a few two-liners when I put on a treasure hunt for the kiddos. :) But I think dabbling in other lengths and forms of writing is a way to open up the creativity. Sometimes I'll get out a notebook and free-write about whatever and it helps open up my mind so I can get back to my manuscript.

Toni Anderson said...

Very nice! I love poetry though I haven't tried to write any in years. Bravo!

Marcelle Dubé said...

Oh, Elise, that's too funny! Love your poem, and I envy your ability. I can't write poetry, much as I love listening to poets recite their works.

Elise Warner said...

Marcelle,try it at a boring seminar some time and see what you can come up with.

Shelley Munro said...

Cool poem. The only poetry I wrote was under duress at school. My head used to hurt with all the different rules :)

Elise Warner said...

Thanks all. I jot a few lines down just for fun, a birthday or anniversary.

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