Its been ages since I last tried something to rhyme. As most the people I came across in a few writing forums loath rhyming and rightly so for rhyming could so conveniently affect the thought behind an idea; the thought being the soul in a write up or poem for that matter. Yet, there are some schools of thought who love to keep the tradition of rhyming alive. I heard from someone an interesting analogy of exemplifying the context to that of tea and a cup; the tea being the thought or idea of a write up and the cup being the structure or form. Now some prefer the chai to be strong enough to sooth their senses while their certainly are others attracted by the colors and structure of the mug containing it.
Below here is my effort to rhyme a few lines for fun. The critics surely will call them forced rhymes which in fact they are but what I wanted was to play with those words the way I haven’t played for quite some time.
Your whispers like a flowing rhyme
sound as if the bells chime
in the crypt of a slumbering time
with an an effect, purely sublime
Your eyes, like goblets of wine
are made to quench a thirst only mine.
In the dark of life, like a guide divine,
keeping me on track, do they shine.
Growing doubts in your brain
will only help our love to wane,
and I can’t bear such a pain,
for I’ll hardly remain sane.
Placing on this heart, the sill
of your separation is a pill
bitter than hemlock; better
you asked me, myself to kill