A bittersweet lovestory it’s in verse
of hope and sadness, jealousy and loss,
of love which always has hateful obverse,
set against the lovely Francisco canvas.
Language at once both beautiful and wise
set in the tetrameter’s confines,
a work as evocative as Monet,
unflinching rhymes, and refreshing sonnet.
Through joy and sorrow the characters drift,
like the unsure antics of fog and mist,
the Golden Gate often is in whose fist,
A belated thanks for this thoughtful gift.
To read it, I remember you had willed,
That promise, dear, today stands fulfilled.
P.S: The book is in iambic tetrameter but since I have no feel for it, the only thing I could manage was a pentameter. It’s a good book, highly recommended.
One Comment
Nice attempt
And the book is fabulous too. Its one thing to write an entire book in verse. But to do it while obeying rules (as opposed to free flowing verse), you just made your task much harder.