Of course, I accepted, much like a beauty pageant winner accepts her crown. Darn this running mascara and impending carpal tunnel.
I offered to post it here as well. (I mean, I don't know about you, but I've never been to the Anthill. I fear the Antman and his fake urban slang.)
The theme of the assignment is "If I Had Forever...":
Though paths diverge in loping wend,
Through plains of gold and wooded glen
You’ll know just where to find me.
Above the stately oaken branches,
Past the mire of broken chances,
Where whispered prayers still nightly dance,
Is where the road will lead.
But follow not this trail I lay,
For solace sought lays not this way.
Your time will come, but not this day,
And not this easily.
Our parting will but moments seem
When you awaken in the dream.
Though years may pass, Love will redeem
What your heart now fails to see.
(Here's a useless tidbit about that poem you can use to amaze your friends at keggers--it's written in trochaic, not iambic, tetrameter, because the stressed syllables precede the unstressed, except for the last line of each quatrain, which is written in either catalectic or brachycatalectic trochaic tetrameter, because they are missing either one (catalectic) or two (brachycatalectic) syllables off the foot.
And that is the first time majoring in English has EVER paid off for me.)
If you'd like to participate (and no, you don't need to know a thing about verse cadence), stop by Sew-and-so's Buzz blog and post a link to your entry. It doesn't have to be a poem; write in whatever style the theme inspires you. You have until June 20th.
So, come on. Let's see what ya got!