Wait, Where Did We Bury It? (Florette)

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.


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?