I fail at fortune’s fate so many times
it stands to reason that I should give up
nevertheless, my heart delights in rhymes
I fill my mind with them, drink from the cup
that overflows, though drunk on words, still sup
till I have had my fill, though there’s enough
to keep me rhyming, like a happy pup
who hunts his ball through bracken, rough
though it may seem: rough like my rhymes
I’ll have at them again, ten thousand times!
© 2022 experimentsinfiction.com. All Rights Reserved.
A Decuain for dVerse
Tonight, Laura hosts Meeting the Bar, and challenges us to write ten-line, ten syllabic poetry. I chose the option of writing a Decuain: visit dVerse to find out more!
The title of this poem was a catchphrase of my Grandma’s, who spoke English with a Latvian accent…I’m feeling pretty awful with PMDD, so this lighthearted verse is the best I can offer at the moment!
Experiments in Fiction 
love that opening line Ingrid and admire the fact that you rhymed against all the odds – not awful at all!!!
LikeLike
It was kind of a description of my brain struggling through the form 😅 thank you!
LikeLike
well it worked!
LikeLike
Ha.. I agree… those rhymes are fun to play with… l like the way you bounce with your words.
LikeLike
Thanks Björn! I try to keep smiling/rhyming through the dark times…
LikeLike
Lovely piece about writing rhyming poetry. A fun piece. Hoping you will be feeling better soon. Big hugs and love. ❤️🤗
LikeLike
Thank you Joni 🤗❤️
LikeLike
You are so welcome. ❤️
LikeLike
I love that the title is what your grandmother said (accented). My mother’s parents spoke with accents, too, and my grandfather wrote English phonetically the way he spoke. 💙
The poem is definitely light-hearted and made me smile. I hope you feel better soon!
LikeLike
Thank you Merril: my Grandma was quite a character, a great matriarch! 😊
LikeLike
💙💙
LikeLike
a fun rhyming poem as we chase the ball in front of us. Down and sit with the cuppa Indrid.. xo 💖💖
LikeLike
I am doing exactly that! 🫖 cheers Cindy 🥰
LikeLike
oh yayyyyyy 💖 thanks 🥂 pretend that’s tea.. xo
LikeLike
💕
LikeLike
Wonderful piece. Truly enjoyed.💕
LikeLike
Wonderful, lightish work, Ingrid. Just what I needed today. Thanks.
LikeLike
Ingrid, this has a rap-like cadence to it that I would love to hear a rapper have a go at. Marshall Mathers, where are you when we need you. Wonderful!
LikeLike
What a brilliant idea! I am trying to re-imagine that scene from 8 mile with these words 🤣
LikeLike
:)
LikeLike
Poetry a saving gift. Luv the one for its ease of escape to a brighter place.
Much love
LikeLike
Thanks Gillena! 🙏
LikeLike
Wonderful write Ingrid…
LikeLike
Thank you Rob!
LikeLike
Very enjoyable Ingrid!
LikeLike
I am glad you enjoyed Carol!
LikeLike
It is done well. Hope you feel better soon!
LikeLike
Thank you kindly 🙏
LikeLike
I can hear my own mother in your grandmother’s words. I hope the smiles your words gave me reflect back to you and you feel better soon. (K)
LikeLike
I am glad this brought a smile, even if smiles seem incongruous right now: despair achieves nothing!
LikeLike
A delightful write, Ingrid. Smiling and resonating with you! ☺️
LikeLike
Glad to hear it, Jeff, thank you!
LikeLike
Lighthearted and lovely angrier ☺️💕
LikeLike
Thanks Christine 😊
LikeLike
Lol – Ingrid! Not Angrier … darn auto spell 🤣🤣🤣
LikeLike
LOL – I hate autocorrect! 😅
LikeLike
Such a soul-lifting read, charming Ingrid. Thanks for sharing with us. 😊
LikeLike
Glad you enjoyed, Lamittan, thank you 🙏
LikeLike
Most welcome, my friend.
LikeLike
Ok, Ingrid – let’s just be clear: your rhymes are the opposite of rough! (even though that word works in the poem – your rhymes are lovely!)
LikeLike
Thank you David, I appreciate your vote of confidence!
LikeLike
This.
‘bracken, rough’ – ain’t too many with wit to do this.
KOKO x
LikeLike
I’ll admit I was struggling by the time I got to ‘pup’ – it was either that, or ‘tup’ so…
Always and all ways x
LikeLike
A sweet scented leaf from the heart’s book of poesy — for me the meter and rhyme are womblike, they rock the matter and slowly gestate the day’s truth.
LikeLike
I’ve always had a connection with those early rhymes of childhood. Such a delight to hear my children learning them now!
LikeLike
It made me chuckle, cheered me up. 👍
LikeLike
Then my work is done 😊🙏
LikeLike
👍
LikeLike
Lovely, quite lovely indeed Ingrid!
LikeLike
Thank you 🙏
LikeLike
You’re very welcome 😊🌹🙏
LikeLike
Ingrid, this whimsical poem made me smile! Your versatility as a poet never ceases to amaze me! Hope the weekend brings you lots of sunshine! :)
LikeLike
I am glad this brought a smile, Cheryl 😊 wishing you a wonderful weekend ❤️
LikeLike
Truly love this piece, it’s brilliant.
LikeLike
I’m so glad! Thank you 🙏
LikeLike
this feels so light and lovely, your rhymes brought a smile on this grey day, here! 💓
LikeLike
Glad to bring a smile, Tricia, thank you 🙏
LikeLike
💓
LikeLike
That’s a lovely poem. Made me laugh!
LikeLike
Glad to hear it Vinny 😅
LikeLike
Really nicely done, Ingrid. Great execution of the form, and you made me smile with the pup analogy.
LikeLike
Thank you 😊
LikeLike
Your words truly resonate, Ingrid! ❤️
LikeLike
Thank you Punam ❤️
LikeLike
A delightful, insightful read, Ingrid!
LikeLike
Thank you Lynn 🙏
LikeLike
I enjoyed reading this Ingrid. Hope you feel better soon. x
LikeLike
Thank you Marion 🙏
LikeLike
Wonderful, yes, ten thousand times!
LikeLike
I changed that from ‘a thousand.’ For some reason, I can’t access your blog posts from the dVerse link…
LikeLike
Thank you Ingrid, something must have gone wrong with how I set up the link.
LikeLike