To Writs' Last Passing Pards

a rage while reading turned into fun

Why their writs are so forsaken;
Strayed in revelry of grandeur,
Prolix- radiating redolence of paintings-
Why they don't just garnish a ditty.

A ditty: a true one;
Plucked from the gardens' love,
An arsenal from garrisons' nostalgia.
So sweet to read in pride with a smile,
So strucking to leave my love with a frown.

One from the time: in one's life;
Gasping in satisfaction, forever to stay,
A gay show with lads in haven.
So someone who oozes after swooning grandsire
Might see the sound and ripples in grave prelusion.

Reviews

[Chryiss]

"So strucking" this really stood out as it's not a proper word, but it added a nice touch to the whole piece. Of which, had a certain rhythm to it which was not due to the rhymes, but to the sounds of the words before. It flows to its own rhythm with an unusual but delightful melody. Prolix, ditty, prelusion... All together nice word choice and language. Well done.