When Does the Grass Stop Being Greener?

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub:  Form For All – Ottava Rima  (posted by Frank)
Ottava rima is an old Italian form consisting of multiple stanzas each of eight lines using iambic meter and having the rhyme pattern abababcc.

The boy who was raised as a single child
thinking the world was his pearl to take
grew to a confident man, with constant smile,
that soon turned into a frown. His insides quaked
upon learning he would have to walk down the aisle.
He would be a father soon–too young, still wild.
After two children, he was restless, roaming.
He strayed from his marriage, whining, bemoaning

a fate he claimed was not his destiny.
He did love his children; there was no doubt,
and saw them on odd weekends after he
sought a separation and promptly moved out.
He lived with his new love, ’til he itched to be free.
He married twice more, then his old friends lost count.
Every so often they do speculate
if he’s conned another to attend him as mate.

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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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24 Responses to When Does the Grass Stop Being Greener?

  1. Alas – being tied down to early can have that effect… maybe running free as young can have a good efffect

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  2. frankhubeny says:

    I am re-reading a survey book by Larry Young and Brian Alexander, “The Chemistry Between Us”, which looks at love from a brain chemistry position. It helps show our tendencies to do one thing or the other, but not what we actually will do. I liked the idea of “conning” someone in your last line and I will keep it in mind as I read this.

    I also liked how you handled the ottava rima form by combining two stanzas without a break at the end of each one and your rhyme choices.

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  3. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:

    Oh dear! A sad story effectively told.

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  4. I loved, “Thinking the world was his pearl to take.”

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  5. Waltermarks says:

    So he got turned aside after greener pastures. I hear you. Lots of people think they’re just living end till they get there.

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  6. The dance-away lover in rhyme. I met him once. I think he’s still out there … seeking … always seeking. Well written!

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  7. MYRNA ZACH says:

    for some, never

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  8. jillys2016 says:

    Sparkling narrative!

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  9. Glenn Buttkus says:

    Alas, some of us are too conflicted, too selfish. too stupid to fully mature, to accept accommodation, not getting our way at all times-this immaturity leads to ultimate isolationism; nice rocking of the prompt–like your subtle rhyme patterns.

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  10. I loved the wistful feel of this poem, particularly the nod, which made me smile

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  11. Charley says:

    A note of bitter root in the recipe; just perfect! Lightly stirred and simmered in disgust. Poem pudding!

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  12. Bryan Ens says:

    The grass will always be the greenest where you put the water and fertilizer.

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