Pick out a poetic form and give it a try.
the sestina
1 2 3 4 5 6
6 1 5 2 4 3
3 6 4 1 2 5
5 3 2 6 1 4
4 5 1 3 6 2
2 4 6 5 3 1
(6 2) (1 4) (5 3)
My floor fan buzzes, my mind kind of blanks
Ann Patchett who is this lady
Maybe one day I'll be enough well read
There are so many things to achieve
To be; scientist, artist, someone you can't forget
I like to watch the waves-- they seem okay with waves alone.
Past the fields, at the end of the creek, she lives alone.
If you tried looking again you'd only find blanks
Blanks to the dotted lines, soon you will forget
Unless somehow you chance upon a solitary lady
With only sugar to acquire and cupcakes to achieve
And occasionally, only occasionally, who allows herself to read
Once upon a time and worlds unimaginable, only will she read
Only about misfits of three fingers and outcasts and those abandoned alone.
Not ready yet for Einstein or Picasso; Achieve, achieve
____, ____
She wishes for alphabets only, this lady
Stirs in her soup to happily forget
What was her name again? You forget
Did you not ask or had you not read
The handbook of the lady
Who wandered the forest alone
(Now you know!) Whose sentences littered blanks
Who only had cupcakes to achieve
How much she could achieve
You think, if only she tried and did not forget
If she spoke less in blanks
With less fantasy to read
A lady of her sort should not loiter, not to mention alone
How dangerous, how unbefitting a lady
No name, The lady
She watches the water flow over her feet, nothing to achieve
Worse is the chatter, better she is alone
How happy although she still tries to forget
Not so much regret but in peace! can't she read
Without voices in her head she tries to fire into blanks
Soon she exists alone and ceases to be the lady
No blanks, not even to 'achieve'
Soon you forget and she can finally read
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