The Sunday Whirl, http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/, churned up a baker’s dozen wordle this week. They are: emerald, illusion, ominous, divine, pantomime, flap, observe, balcony, celestial, jostles, void, bones, rhythm. I barely started reading them before my muse locked onto emerald and gave me the poem’s theme.
I have been wanting to play around some with near rhymes, or half rhymes or whatever one calls them. I threw in a couple–I think. This is my first deliberate use of near rhymes. I would love to hear from anyone who understands them. Perhaps they can tell me if I’m getting close. From what little I understand, they seem to work pretty well in sonnets. My theme is probably pretty large for fourteen lines, but what the heck.
by Mike Patrick
The Emerald City has two different sides,
both ominous and simply too divine.
With wild illusions rife before our eyes,
we draw them in and let our worlds entwine.
A pantomime of flapping arms, observed
from third-row balcony. Celestial lights
begin to glow from roles without reserve.
We sit, and watch, and sate our appetite.
As rhythm fills the bones of summer’s void,
amazement jostles empty, placid dreams.
Transported from our stupor, we employed
our minds, from laughter to the screams.
Imaginations free once more, we leave.
Another childhood memory to relive.