Today, success is yours, not mine, but
Am I hopeless still?
Try, one year gone.
Still, I try miserably
To best your poetry, probably
Only practice in rhythmic technique.

This, think I, will it
Become wittier, better?
Can it compare?
Yet I'll show this attempt
Making myself jokeworthy.
This name I'd envisioned: bells ringing,
People cheering, clapping, but all applause I had then heard
Was yours.

But yours comprised trite phrases:
I am who I say,
Say I, "Who am I?"
Phrases trite comprised yours,
But yours was heard.

Then had I applause! all but clapping, cheering people
Ringing bells envisioned! I'd name this
Jokeworthy myself, making
Attempt this show. I'll yet
Compare; it can
Better, wittier become;
It will, I think.

This technique rhythmic in practice; only
Probably poetry. Your best--to
Miserably try. I still
[gone year one] try
Still, hopeless I am,
But mine, not yours, is success today.

01/10/2007

Author's Note: This was based off of a palindrome poem written by a talented student at my school. All year, I've felt I could never write something so intricate. Here's my attempt.

Posted on 01/11/2007
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