Just another quick warm-up poem. I’m not very happy with it, but I got from it what I needed to. My head is a little more ‘in the zone’ of the particular world I’m getting ready to write in. So these are still helping me, even if they’re bad. The structure was what I liked the most, A nice 4/2/4/2/4/2 pattern with the second half of the ‘4’ stanzas rhyming and both lines in the ‘2’ stanzas rhyming. I tend to stick to pretty basic structures when writing poetry. I’m going to have to experiment with some more ‘out of the box’ structures and rhyme schemes. But they’ll still have to rhyme. Because when something don’t rhyme, then poetry it ain’t!
Cheers.
P.S. If anyone has a counter-argument to my ‘Poetry must rhyme’ rule, then please hit me up. I’d love to get a discussion going. Maybe I’m missing something that a lot of people seem to be clued into. But, for me, it just doesn’t work. Nor does it make sense. On very rare occasions I’m sure I’ve read poetry that doesn’t rhyme, BUT has fantastic rhythm. And that’s something I could see me allowing a pass. But most of it just seems like sloppy, stumble-y prose.
They told me I couldn’t do it,
“There’s no way to create strong AI.”
They said I should take a break,
“For god’s sake, your daughter just died!”
But for all of their protests and shouts and laments
I went ahead with my work and hit many dead ends.
It was a trial. It was frustrating,
my wife now nowhere to be found.
“No, she’s not feeling well,” I’d say,
But I’d know she was in a glass; trying to drown.
I was drowning to, but drowning in work.
Trying to stay busy was my only resort.
In the end it was a success
On my part, at least.
We’d finally created
That final piece.
But, here, the time came to deal with the past,
But too late for that, And the future, too, is trashed..