The ides of April is upon us. And for today's adventure in scratch something down, we're to "write a poem in terza rima. This form was invented by Dante, and used in The Divine Comedy. It consists of three-line stanzas, with a “chained” rhyme scheme. The first stanza is ABA, the second is BCB, the third is CDC, and so on. No particular meter is necessary, but English poets have tended to default to iambic pentameter (iambic pentameter is like the Microsoft Windows of English poetry). One common way of ending a terza rima poem is with a single line standing on its own, rhyming with the middle line of the preceding three-line stanza."
Thank you, Dante. Although it could be worse. It could be a glosa. I'm just not feeling particularly rhymey tonight.
Terza Rima Terror
it must be time to turn out lights and sleep
morning comes early, so many things to do
I search for words that wind up in a heap
can’t find pure rhymes; they manage to allude.
A starved-for-air balloon, my brain caves in —
if inspiration doesn’t come, I’m screwed
time to let it go and get the sleep I’m craving