Moonlight, glittering and cold, dull and pale,
Filters through the bare rafters of my roof,
As nimble fingersmiths dance across the shale.
My friend of old, a cruel man, mean and aloof
Glares at me over his book, a heavy tome,
He’s a fussy man, boring and old
His book, crafted of leather, reeking of loam.
He speaks loudly, calling me a scold.
This is me attempting to do a poem that actually rhymes! ...I think I'll stick to free verse. This is an excerpt from a novel I wrote way back when, and this poem is the remnants of a story I wanted to write, that I kinda abandoned. In the end, it became a song scrap.
There is emphatically and audibly a song rhythm here. I should like to extend a few more verses, u can do so at leisure. The rhyme pattern is very suitable for song lyrics, and I reminisce about those I submitted. We seem to share a tacit understanding of this art.i am now trying to imagine the genre of music to fit it, but certainly you know. The word/ language you chose is very appropriate too.i find little wrong with it other than "should be longer". That is purely my feeling. You may be contemplating an album? If yes, I look forward to more lyrics.
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