In search of… (a villanelle)

I pound the pavement in search of a rhyme
Shivering in wintery morning sun
Verse eludes me, perhaps ’tis not the time

Old memories buried under the grime
Warm’d by the eyes, by my heart they were spun
I pound the pavement in search of a rhyme

My sluggish mind can scarce weave lines sublime
But my feet dance to the tune forgotten
Verse eludes me, perhaps ’tis not the time

Tired and irate fifty-five stairs I climb
My feet stamping a da-dum, da-da-dum
I pound the pavement in search of a rhyme

My feet dance to the rhythm, my mind misrhymes
It does resemble a wide field barren
Verse eludes me, perhaps ’tis not the time

I continue to practise till the rhymes chime
Determined to give the iamb a run
I pound the pavement in search of a rhyme
Verse acquiesces, perhaps ’tis the time!

Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Ingrid, says: So, this week, I challenge you to write a poem in iambic pentameter. You can choose either blank verse (in which the pentameter is unrhymed) or a form such as a sonnet or villanelle. Ideally, you will take a walk as you work out the lines: either around your living room, in your garden, or perhaps out in nature. Pound the pavements and pathways until you get the sound you want, and don’t worry too much about writing it down until you’re happy with the result.

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