I just can’t write a villanelle,
Sestinas make me queasy.
Sonnets send me to metered hell.
Who said that writing was easy?
Sestinas make me queasy
With their strictly fashioned style.
Who said that writing was easy?
My mood is growing more hostile.
With their strictly fashioned style
Poetic forms just make me curse.
My mood is growing more hostile.
I miss the freedom of free verse.
Poetic forms just make me curse.
Sonnets send me to metered hell.
I miss the freedom of free verse.
I just can’t write a villanelle.
~~ Written for a prompt at Poetry Jam asking us to take inspiration from the phrase "Everybody knows." Also posted for the in-form poem prompt asking for a pantoum over at Poetic Bloomings.
