I promised that I will be back. Now I am. And what a great way than to try a poetry form known as a florette.
The challenge at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads this Sunday was this:
Florette:
Rhyme scheme: a, a, b, a
Meter (syllable count): 8, 8, 8, 12
Fourth line requirement of internal (b) rhyme scheme, on syllable 8.
The completed poem should consist of two or more stanzas.
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xxxxxxxa
xxxxxxxb
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Rhyme scheme: a, a, b, a
Meter (syllable count): 8, 8, 8, 12
Fourth line requirement of internal (b) rhyme scheme, on syllable 8.
The completed poem should consist of two or more stanzas.
xxxxxxxa
xxxxxxxa
xxxxxxxb
xxxxxxxbxxxa
Here’s my attempt:
Pilgrim, across the cemetery of wasted
words, show me just one most jaded
by the tongue. Ignore the weed of
orphaned
idiom, just walk across and tell me
the wisdom,
such is my thought vested.
I want you, most fairly, to be judge;
though you be immortal, candour is
your badge.
Exhume the words, then, go ahead
fellow
Pilgrim, I have the Court Order fellow
Pilgrim,
Will you budge?










