[stylist] my attempt at a virelai

[Barbara Hammel]

Bridgit, the original poem is spelled virelai but since there was an alternative I just chose to switch it for the fun of it to make the rhyme right when just listening to it instead of making our brains work to do it for us since it seems none of us--but now it seems Myrna--knew what the heck I was trying to do.

Me

> On Oct 21, 2013, at 22:06, Bridgit Pollpeter <bpollpeter at hotmail.com> wrote:
> 
> Umm... But shouldn't we write based on established writing rules and not
> how JAWS pronounces things? I mean, if we want to be taken seriously
> with the rest of the world, then we should adhere to actual spelling and
> grammar and punctuation and formatting and not with how screenreaders
> perceive things.
> 
> Bridgit
> 
> 
> -----Original Message-----
> From: stylist [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On Behalf Of Barbara
> Hammel
> Sent: Monday, October 21, 2013 1:49 PM
> To: stylist at nfbnet.org
> Subject: [stylist] my attempt at a virelai
> 
> 
> Which can also be spelled virelay, so in order for JAWS to pronounce the
> rhymes correctly, I spelled it with the y. To be technical, this is a
> virelai ancien-or as close to one as I could find a definition for.
> 
> 
>  A VIRELAY
>  by Barbara Hammel
> 
> How do you write a virelay?
> It seems that none can tell today.
> But I'll try.
> I know the rhymes must go this way.
> But length of lines? Who can say.
> My! oh, my!
> And so I'll write mine up this way,
> And you can write one how you may.
> I'll not ask why.
> 
> As many words as stars in sky.
> For filling of this virelay pie,
> Shall come to you,
> If you work instead of sigh,
> If you ponder 'stead of cry,
> They will come through.
> I wanted to write this poem, why?
> It's not easy. I won't lie.
> And that is true.
> 
> I think I'll stir this pot a few,
> Then spoon some letters from the brew.
> Oh glory be!
> How long might you now sit and stew
> Before a virelay you'll do?
> Look at me!
> I started with a thought that grew
> From something of which naught I knew.
> Wow! Just see!
> 
> I've reached the end of this little spree,
> But my spirit overflows with glee.
> A virelay high!
> And now I feel I've been set free
> So from this little poem I'll flee.
> I shall fly.
> But before I reach the lea
> I'll put this leaf on the "poet tree",
> And say good-bye.
> 
> Barbara
> P.S.  It was pretty corny, wasn't it?  I hope it made you chuckle-it
> does me.
> 
> 
> Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.--Robert
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