Unfinished Projects
| Cerian Cantwr |
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In a time called “once upon,”
I thought to write a catchy song, But lost the thread…. And now it’s gone. I’ll get back to that some day. An Anglo-Saxon verse I started With kennings not for those faint-hearted Then at the pause, my muse departed. I’ll get back to that some day. I began a great cynghanedd groes, The Welsh form I admire most, But double-yous caused overdose. I’ll get back to that some day. A sonnet, like one penned by Spenser, Had my mind muddled - feeling denser. I fear my feelings I must censor. I’ll get back to that some day. I tried to write a terza rima, Italian form that is most prima, But sadly, I ran out of steam-a. I’ll get back to that some day. Ae freislighe form has earned my wrath. It led me down the garden path. This Irish form requires math. I’ll get back to that some day. So various verses were begun - But of endings, there are none. Someday perhaps I’ll finish one. I’ll get back to this some day. |
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