Rula

Jan 29, 2016

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Three classic poetic forms.

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The Golden Touch (Ottava Rima) (Classic Poetic Forms WS)

Come forth to hear a tale you heard nonesuch
about the touch of greed Midas, the king.
He had the wealth, the gold and money-much,
not content though he'd almost everything.
That's when Dionysus gifted him a touch
that turns anything to gold, even spring,
but when he gave his daughter an embrace,
just then he knew that gift was but a curse.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Jordan, JOR

Favorite Poets: I favor the ones who are closer to humanity and

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Comments

Salam, Rula

"that turns anything to gold, even spring,"

Sis, can you do the parsing for this? I'm not sure if "anything" helps with the meter because the
'a" sound is stressed.

Alid

salam khalid

I am not happy with it either . I might find an alternative. But till then I think I it's a slight violation of the meter that I can go with.

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