A contradiction

by inkstainedhands

Published January 17, 2013

In Poetry

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I tried to fit my words into a box,
Tried to squish them down to size;
My favorite poets felt no need to rhyme,
So logically, why should I?
That's like telling Dali what he should paint,
Or telling Dickens what to write.
My feelings weren't meant for a template;
They're out of place like larksong in the night.
When I try to make them fit into a box marked sonnet,
They shriek until I can't block out the din;
I've tried and failed so many times that now I think
Trying to force my words to rhyme might be a sin.
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Morrigan
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Morrigan wrote a review Review · Jan 18, 2013

Hi there.

Well, this certainly made me chuckle a bit. I definitely know how it feels to try to stuff my words into something they really don't want to fit into. I think it's quite illustrative, and it was enjoyable to read. It has a nice meter, and surprisingly, I didn't mind the rhyme scheme (I have a horrible and unfounded prejudice against rhyme schemes).

The only lines I had an objection to were the third to last line and the last line. I feel like the rhyme there was a little forced, which, admittedly, would serve to illustrate what you're talking about. If that's what you're going for, go ahead and keep it. But the rhyme between "din" and "sin" isn't doing it for me. And the third to last line mentions a "they," but the group of people you are referring to is unclear. Are you referring to your feelings when you try to cram them into a template? Or are you referring to the people who made the rules of poetry? I cannot tell, and that is an issue.

Altogether, I quite enjoyed this short poem. Nice work and keep writing.

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pletta
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pletta wrote a review Review · Jan 17, 2013

Rhyme when you want. And it looks like you have. I like this. It seems like so many people try to write such epic poems, like they sat down with an old English thesaurus and tried to sound like Shakespeare. So this was pleasant. There's rhyme but there's rhythm too and it doesn't seem like you forced the rhyme . . . Unless you were trying to rhyme paint and template. But even so, template sounds a little un-organic, like you were trying for something and settled on template. Regardless, I like this.



As a former (and rather excellent) liar herself, Aru knew that, sometimes, speaking the truth felt like wrenching a thorn out of your side. But doing the opposite meant pretending it wasn't there. And that made every single step ache. It was no way to live.
— Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the Nectar of Immortality