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The Has-Been Poet

I can not write a limerick
No chance of villanelle,
My triolet's in tatters
I'm in uninspired hell.
My sonneteering's scarpered
And my metre's gone as well,
I miss those days when I could pen
A perfect terzanelle.

I tried for rhyming couplets
But they all seemed quite cliché,
I fear my talent has run out
And I have had my day.
My sestina's on siesta
And my pantoum's gone away,
My ballade has abandoned me
My mind's in disarray.

The muse is un-amused it seems
And my gosh don't I know it,
I had my chance to be a bard
Why did I have to blow it?
I'm on the ropes, the towels out
I've no choice but to throw it,
I'll take my bow, for now I'm just
Another has-been poet.

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Trevor Alexander

Mon 11th Apr 2016 10:33

Really enjoyed this, Helen. And as has been said, we all get periods when the muse seems to amuse itself by absconding on a sabbatical! But not on this occasion, I'm glad to say.

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Helen Elliott

Mon 11th Apr 2016 08:02

Thanks all :)

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Harry O'Neill

Sun 10th Apr 2016 14:31

Helen,

This is a fibbing contradiction of its own theme (in
excellently lively rhyme)

Keep `em comin`

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Lynn Dye

Sun 10th Apr 2016 10:20

Never, Helen! How could you be a has-been poet while composing an excellent rhyme like this one?

Mind you, I think we all have those moments where we are dissatisfied with our own work, or can't quite produce the work we wish to. Goes with the territory, I guess.

I enjoyed, it's definitely a poem lots of us can relate to.

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