Saturday, April 25, 2015

NaPoMo, April 25


And we cannot leave Oscar Wilde out of NaPoMo, can we?

After all the inwardness of tanka and poetry of death and loss, let's just revel in these images.



Symphony in Yellow




 An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly
And, here and there, a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.


 
Big barges full of yellow hay
Are moored against the shadowy wharf,
And, like a yellow silken scarf,
The thick fog hangs along the quay.


 
The yellow leaves begin to fade
And flutter from the Temple elms,
And at my feet the pale green Thames
Lies like a rod of rippled jade.
 
 
Oscar Wilde 

2 comments:

kash poet said...

Beautiful poem!
the rhyme scheme is a,b,b,a
and each line has eight syllables.

sanjuktaa said...

Yes,the rhyme is what had drawn me to this poem, though I hadn't noticed the number of syllables.Rhyming poems do not find too many takers these days,but I simply love them.