I hate to rhyme

I am not much for strict rules of rhyme and metre. I thought i was just winging it. I didn't know it was a form. As per Richard's review (thank you)

She ate her hate,

chewed on debate,

swallowed his lies;

dined on despise …

Drank his choler,

made him taller,

became a legend,

her soul bludgeoned.

Until that day,

she pushed away

from his table;

felt her able ...

To change her fate,

overturned his plate,

found her true love;

gave hate a shove.

Author's Note

Reviews

[jane7z]

You tell a whole relationship in a few empowering words!

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I like the way this tells a complete story of a woman's struggle through out life and still keeping the rhyme scheme. Whenever I read rhyming poems of others, it seems effortless to me, although I do know it's not..you more than winged it here btw ;) and I esp like the ending. Interesting write.

[Lyn Anderson]

Too kind my friend. I appreciate the visit. Always enjoy popping in

[Chris Shaw]

The worm that turned, and how satisfying that felt. She found the courage to break the chains that held her. Freedom. Great lines Lyn.

Chris

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks so much. I appreciate.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This sounds a little like a situation I am aware of the a woman facing years of abuse, not knowing what to do to end it until the opportunity comes and the world opens to show her there is life on the other side. So you are still in there writing?

[Lyn Anderson]

Hello. Yes. And it's been a long time

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yes I moved to Hello Poetry on advice, to avoid the troll who cloned my page.

[John the Baptist]

This one is funny and powerful at the same time. We get the picture of a woman who has been living under the thumb of a spouse/ lover for a long time. The first two verses indicate she may have sacrificed her life to further his career. At a certain point, however, she could take it no longer. She pushed "away from his table," meaning probably she left him and found her "true love." Now he is history. An interesting work; it made me wonder if it is based on real people.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you so much. Spousal abuse is a common theme in my work, as it is a reality in many people's lives, my own included.

[Neville]

well I never, I didn't think you had it in ya.. actually that's not true.. I knew ya had.. I dont hate anything, except for those things I despise intensely .. actually, that's not true either.. I dont hate anything except...

[Lyn Anderson]

Tee hee me too

[Neville]

I knew that cult would come in handy... :)

[Papaya]

love should always win over hate so the end is on point
and you know I love rhymes - I wonder sometimes if i'm the only one!

[Lyn Anderson]

I suppose i like them sometimes. Thanks :)

[Corset]

hating wears you out, it takes so much energy, rhyming is even hard, harder still to do it well. It is sometimes as hard as trying to make someone you hate into someone you don't. Some find it easier to walk off and start with someone else.

[Lyn Anderson]

Yes, most definitely, on all counts. Thanks for popping in

[barleygirl]

Your rhymes do not seem to be central to your message, even tho they are well-done & sophisticated & natural-sounding here. To me this is the goal of rhyming, not to distract from your as-always-powerful messages (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you so much. I consider your rhymes always entertaining, so I am honoured

[Richard🖌]

Gosh, Lyn!
For one who hates rhymes, you've certainly shown exemplary skill at it in this rather quick-paced, jaunty bit of verse in expressing how deft you are at, not only enduring, but expelling the woes of a cad in favor of embracing the far more appealing opposite.
I love a love story with a good ending … especially, one that is told in such creative poetic brilliance.
A super lovely lavender rose, with spot-on music choice, too … ummm!

Thanks for the much needed smile … you're as a sweet balm! ⁓ Richard : )

You've done a fairly excellent job on this classic Welsh form, Lyn:
"Cywydd Devair Fyrion"
(keewiff dayour veeryun)
(poetry obliges reality)
A Welsh form, with only four syllables per line.
Rhyming Couplets or Quatrains. aa bb cc dd, etc; or, aabb ccdd etc;
no less than 4 stanzas, but no limit to how many.

Good stuff, You! ; )

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks very much, and for educating me upon stumbling upon this form.

[Richard🖌]

You're ever-so coincidentally welcome, Lyn.
What about the review(?) … LOL!

[Lyn Anderson]

I was thanking you for the review, and the education

[Richard🖌]

Oh,
I see, Lyn … well, it was my pleasure.