The constanza is a poem with a rhyming scheme of ABB, ACC, ADD etc. This poem describes a trial that sums up my world outdoors …
If at any point my life seems drab and stale
My head begins to ache, my heart to harden
I open up my backdoor and go into my garden.
My gaze casts wide and never seems to fail
To find some joy and hopefulness
Amongst the verdant fruitfulness
But then alas, I spot the glitch, the little silver trail
Whose pretty zigzag wanderings
Will start some morbid ponderings
Could it be the bugger’s back? It’s beyond the pale
When you’ve spent so long in eradication
To see that shell is pure vexation
A battle won is not the war, o stubborn little snail
Beating you is a complete lost cause
I’m giving up; I’m off indoors.
Delightful Geoff. I’m just not a poet. All the rules feel like math… You did well. Hugs.
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I think I’m such an establishment figure that I need rules to hold it all together…
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I loved it! Those pesky snails, eh!
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Little rotters…
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They are indeed, and their shell-less cousins too!
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Eew!
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Exactly!!!
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I too find joy in nature. Snails, oh no. That’s always a trial.
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I never realised they were homing either for ages. I’d been tossing them into my neighbours garden for a while only to find out it was utterly pointless….
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Well done! I used to feel the same until I saw this https://youtu.be/poGkdX8H4cY
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Aw what’s not to like…. except when the critters are on my hostas….
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I had never heard of this form. I may try it. When I was in the 8th grade, we had to write a different poem each week using a classic form. A great introduction to appreciating poetry.
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Yep that’s proper education…
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What have the snails ever done for us?…
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We shell never really know
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