Iron Poet, Round XI.
Welcome to the latest round of Iron Poet, the game where you give me three words and I give you a poem. This is an adaptation of a standard writer's workshop activity, and I do not claim the original concept. I just claim to enjoy doing it
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form: six lines per stanza, a b a b c c rhyme scheme, three or four accented syllables per line.
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You asked for the wind in a jar.
When I asked you 'why?', you said 'just get it done'.
You've always been somewhat bizarre.
But I guess I can try.
I just wish I knew why.
You always want more than I'm willing to give;
It seems you don't listen at all.
And while I attempt to say 'live and let live',
You keep my back pressed to the wall.
But I guess you don't know,
So I'll just let it go.
You asked me for structure like it was your right;
You never would hear me object.
And any attempt made to put up a fight
Is something you simply reject.
But I guess that's okay.
I'll just wander away.
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Re the issue this raises, I genuinely don't understand the problem, and I will email you about it.
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