Writing Aspirations: Friday Fun, what poetry form are you?

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Friday, January 12, 2007

Friday Fun, what poetry form are you?

The other day I actually posted a poem. It's probably the first poem I've written in... well, I'm thinking years. My brain just doesn't seem to function well on a poetic avenue. Ah well, I found this little blog quiz:

I'm the lai, with no sort
Of grave, solemn thought,
And I
Will never be caught
By miseries sought,
Nor sigh;
Where battles are fought
Or arguments brought,
I fly.

What Poetry Form Are You?

I have no idea what this means. I think it means that I like chocolate and B rated horror flicks; that I have a dark sense of humor and am argumentative... or maybe it means I try to avoid arguments. And, I'm a "lai" - awesome.

Labels: Dallying, Friday Fun, Poetry

4 Comments:

Anonymous said...: I am, of course, none other than blank verse. I don't know where I'm going, yes, quite right; And when I get there (if I ever do)I might not recognise it. So? Your point? Why should I have a destination set? I'm relatively happy as I am, and wouldn't want to be forever aimed towards some future path or special goal. It's not to do with laziness, as such. It's just that one the whole I'd rather not be bothered - so I drift contentedly; An underrated way of life, I find.; 12:25 AM
Bernita said...: I am a sonnet.
Dear me...
~dies laughing~; 7:44 AM
Anonymous said...: Ha, fun little quiz. I was a Tanka, but it said if I weren't a Tanka, I'd be a Triolet.; 5:15 PM
Barbara said...: Um um, mantih, pen partendo os con guesta! Tu luziol xado realmend hernon, espire, yoggiock? Por vois tu rarros gen umaispou, beao repase wiliorie? Ensisiot gi os, amorte riunti basmesmo kete raberatton...; 3:16 PM