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In a pursuit most pathetic

by A. Paige White

i.
Paradelle to Paradiddle

Oh, I went a looking for a little paradelle
A meaning or context would have done me quite well.
But instead I found a new word to place in this tale
When I went a looking to define a paradelle.

It‘s not a parader, so please don’t belittle
A dusty little word, my lonely paradiddle.
Hidden between parallel and paradisal
And several more for quite an eye full.

A word lover like myself would have to ensure
That the little paradiddle will hardier perdure.
So IÂ’m dustinÂ’ it off and putting it on show
But as for paradelle, I confess, I still donÂ’t know.


ii.

SheÂ’s done it.
SheÂ’s driven me insane.
Over the edge.
My hair is gray.
My face is grayer.
Brain is just sludge.

iii.

New lines upon the page.

“Oh! And how did Paige die?” They mourned.
“It’s that paradelle. She mastered not the form.”
Feverishly copying and pasting, onward to embold
To the devil, her very soul she would have sold.

To get it right! To make it work!
Quit being lazy! Shuffle! Scramble! Number!
“The Paradelle!” her pledge.
She tottered, and plunged right off the edge.

07/02/2005

Author's Note: Epilogue
Sir Chipsalot, AKA Pops, laughs from the couch, having only ingested the first verse! The coward. He remarks, “Six syllables?” two sets of lines repeated twice, combined in two lines, repeated thrice, only for the grand finale! I don’t think so.” The reminder that he is off work today unspoken but implied. He was no help. He’s already gone gray. White at the temples and knows he needs to make a quick get away, volunteers to make my excuses at the Hamm plantation. The best one he could have made is, “She died in pursuit of the lofty paradelle… The wake is later this evening. She’s laid out at the local funeral home, beautifully attired in page after page of rejected paradelle paraphernalia.
Author's Note: Ok, I’m going to fearlessly be real. I had no idea what a paradelle is, but I love it. I went to Webster’s online edicater to get edicated about it and came away paradelleless, but enriched none the less and/or all the more.
A Repost

Posted on 03/04/2008
Copyright © 2024 A. Paige White

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jared Fladeland on 03/09/08 at 07:58 PM

in terms of drumming, i do love paradiddles :)

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