Life smirks with a cruel twist of crimson lips
she smiles sometimes but keeps secret her tips
every so often she gives you a kick
and loves to dare you to lay down your chips
How can it be that when I look at her
she shows me nothing but a hazy blur
How can it be when I gaze in her face
she shrugs and threatens to just disappear?
I don’t trust life, so write my own story
If you ask, I’ll say all’s hunky dory
I’ll fight until I can’t fight anymore
and only go down in blazing glory
©Vivian Zems (#Rubaiyat)
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Frank is hosting today.
The challenge is to write a rubaiyat or some variation on that form. This is in iambic pentameter, four lines and rhyming AABA.
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