In case you hadn’t noticed, I’ve been looking up odd, quirky poetic forms with fairly clear rules to follow, then writing some off the cuff examples for my NaPoWriMo daily poems. Today I found a description of a kind of poem called a Lento, which I’d never heard of before. “Inspired” by our weird weather week, I came up with this:
Sleet came on Thursday morning —
Feet slipped and slid like winter.
Beat a retreat inside where
Heat melts away ice splinter.
Spring has not yet sprung — solstice
Fling light around but no heat.
Bring on the warmth we long for
Sing spring into every street.
(This poem is pretty lame,
I think the weather is to blame.)