Rhyming went out of fashion in poetry some time in the last century. Modern poets moved away from rhyme in the 1950s and 60s, the Beat poets are an example of this. But the modernist movement began in the late 19th Century and with it a move towards free verse where there is neither metre nor (necessarily) rhyme.
When poetry was an oral tradition rhyming helped us to memorise. I think we love it really, secretly, closet love perhaps.... So here's to a little light rhyming on Spring or lack of.
(Slant-rhyme here and there where I couldn't quite end-rhyme... but it was fun...)
To March
March is a
month of tantrums
Forget your
April showers
March puts
me in the doldrums
For hours
and hours and hours.
They say
that Spring has sprung now
It’s not
what I believe
For out
there on the wind blows
Not a single bloomin’ leaf.
The daffs do
shake their heads high
And much to my alarm
Jack Frost has not yet said goodbye
And Spring’s
not shown its charm.
The signs
are there I grant you
But I won’t
hold my breath
I’m wearing
winter woollies through
The weeks
that lie ahead.
Copyright 2022 Cathy Leonard All rights reserved
You wrote this to the beat of the rain yesterday!
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