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National Poetry Month – Day 8

NaPoWriMo says write in “in ottava rima — an Italian form that, in English, usually takes the form of an eight-line stanza of iambic pentameter, with a rhyme scheme of a-b-a-b-a-b-c-c.”

Aack!    Here goes. ( I still don’t know why WordPress double spaces.)

The poem goes with the painting at the header of this blog.


I watched the sunset from my perch above.

The orange and red reflected in the sea.

Nature’s fingers clad in hues of mauve

Add a depth of hue beyond belief.

Foghorn sounds afar like mournful dove,

Carried back to me by gentle breeze.

All I need for memory to replay

Is looking at the painting of that day.