Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt
I do not weep, my friends – I do not mourn
For five iambic feet per line – long gorn,
Long vanished in the mists of time – but oh
Would that the modern writer saw the flow
Of words with that same intimate respect.
Would that it niggled at them to perfect
The balance of a sentence: that it stopped
Them popping words where words should not be popped
(Especially adverbs). Would they gave a thought
To sentences that staggered when they ought
To skip, such are the feeling they portray…
But I am old. Story is all, they say.