Tapestry Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABC DDEF BBGHIIJI BBKL MNOOBB| In the sizzling summer I find a comfort zone | A |
| To the pen the paper closed room all alone | A |
| Where I drink mystic elixir of desire and dreary | B |
| Where my thirsty soul can run wild with its symphonies | C |
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| I rush with a brush in my mind then scribble | D |
| Thousand stuffs jostle in sudden and dribble | D |
| I sketch a mirror of my mind with no vigilance | E |
| A thousand thoughts confine into lines at a glance | F |
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| There the journey starts to get familiar with me | B |
| Exploring beneath the veil what else is left to see | B |
| The moon crosses the sky I pass a tipsy time | G |
| Picturing my sterling shades in black and white | H |
| Having my whimsical yarns in hand I entwine | I |
| My pen weaves a tapestry of versatile design | I |
| Need to run my needle swiftly but gauche tailor am I | J |
| Each prick of my needle makes the artwork more divine | I |
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| In my scribbles I can see the best reflection of me | B |
| And my enveloped musings that builds up a pedigree | B |
| To a dewy lane that strays straight to my evasive den | K |
| Where lives a naive girl in her perennial wonderland | L |
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| I roam to and fro walking an extra mile | M |
| Something inside her may left undefined | N |
| Lot to see beneath though feels like a barren wreath | O |
| Still chase recklessly to trace what blinks underneath | O |
| I turn the page run the pen and whisper who is she | B |
| Strive to extract her through epics herself is mystery | B |
Sumaiya Shoilee
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 04/24/2023
Poet's note: The poem is actually about the initial process of writing poetry, and that is, diving into the depth of mind, bringing up some of my hidden treasures and illustrating them on paper, then modifying it and giving it an artistic shape. There I feel the real struggle as an amateur, maintaining the perfect proportion of being rhetoric and fluently expressive at the same time. And then comes using figurative speech and meters, rhyme scheme and other stuffs, in which I am significantly dumb. Overall, to me, the whole thing seems like weaving a tapestry, and I am the clumsy tailor who is trying hard to sew it perfectly with a blunt needle.
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