DayNightFight



[In recent months I have discovered (to my bemusement) that I sometimes think in Iambic Hexadecameter.  Earlier today I inadvertently wronged someone, and offered to write a poem in Iambic Hexadecameter to atone. It ain't great - poetry is still my weakest link as a writer - but you know, Iambic Hexedecameter!  That's something...right?]


THIS POEM MUST MUST MUST MUST MUST BE READ ALOUD TO HAVE ANY RHYTHM!!!







The Day and Night that spawns the flight and 'round and 'round and 'round the fight of warring sides that hides the lies of ties that bind and strength unite.

The Morning breaks and stirs and shakes the quarrel makes the second takes of argument and anger rent, it pents and vents; now spent and went. 

The noonday meal hath much appeal to keep it real and build the zeal of broken fast for full repast - it never lasts (but have to ask).

Then 'round the bend to Daylight's end, - Oh, not again! Oh, Yes! Again! 
It never ends.
It never ends.
It never ends.
It never ends. 

And so, my friend, until that Then we meet again, our journey's END.




Hyperion
June 24, 2010
(g.r.)