My 1st Sheshire
A memory still gnaws at me; I was self-righteous in my youth. One week, my parents had headaches; Erring, they'd bought... decaf coffee. A jerk, I smirked, learning the truth Of their addiction and mistake. Then, in college, t'was a café... Across the street from my dorm room. I'd drink cappuccinos and chais, Quickly losing my 'childish' way and track of bev'rages consumed. At eighteen, forgot I'd been 'wise'. Then, last weekend, behind the wheel: Staying awake was dreadful stress! At minimart, I begged them, "Please..." As I stood, struggling not to keel And nonstop yawns could not suppress... Until downing two black coffees. This poet knows he's got no pride, I can't live without my cuppa ~ Must have it by my side!
A poem based on six-line verses with a closing couplet. Here are the rules:
- The Sheshire is comprised of three stanzas of 6 lines with a rhyme scheme of either ABABAB or ABCABC. Completed by a rhymed couplet.
- Each line has the same number of syllables. The one exception to this is the last line, which may have up to six additional syllables. The additional syllables must a phrase that is set aside (by parenthesis or dashes, for example). If this aside is removed, the correct syllable count would be there and the line would remain a reasonable sentence.
- Each stanza should have a shift in tone. The ending couplet should leave the reader (or at least the poet) with a grin. It can be a darkly ironic grin, but a grin, nonetheless.
The derivation is from the Hebrew words for six (‘shesh’) and poem/song (‘shir’), meaning: six poem.
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46 thoughts on “Light, medium, or: Dark”
Our wisdom grows backwards sometimes. (K)
true, for sure.
David, your Sheshire sparkles with caffeine clarity, up there with Jolt. 😉
The lune it inspired me to write, atones for my addition to short poems, which is probably laziness but may be a mercy.
Of diction addicts
that’s brilliant, CES 😀
Your Sheshire’s the urn
Whence it dripped 🙂
PS Where I live in many venues you get served ‘coffee’ looking like weak tea. I am known to order one ‘continental strength’ where I can. But the American-style coffee shops are catching on and for once I don’t object. Cheers,
Coffee in Israel differs somewhat from the USA, but not in strength 😘
have to admit the ‘weak tea’ version is mostly now confined to charity or similar semi-public events, perhaps with a methodist involvement (would not want their customers to get intoxicated) 😉 nowadays it even says on some public health pages coffee is good for your liver. Not so sure, I ignore my doubt. ask me again after liver function blood test next wk. :-O
Good luck with that 🤗
no dark side – only poems
nothing medium about his skill
light through the cracks oh humour
🥰💟 Barbara 💟🥰
well I did that with a strong coffee in my hand 😉
I think rainbows are caused by a different addiction, Filipa 🤡
Definitely David! Coffee in the morning and all sorts of tea during the day. ☕🫖🍵
another naughty reply David -did someone put something in your coffee today? 🙂
😇 Barbara 😈
I enjoyed the light medium and dark story formed in the Sheshire.
Good gracious reading this now
I have to cup my hands
Reflecting on my own self-righteousness and eventually
Falling in love with the coffee bean
💝💛 Abi 💛💝
❤The truth David,❤
My children are also cupping their hands
In this rainbow-coloured nation of mine
oh yeah, coffee..a must.
🧡💗 Rebecca 💗🧡
Slainte sir! 🍻🍻🥃🥃
The best of both worlds! 😉😛😂 I do like an Irish coffee every now and then. ☕😁
Ah yes, the self righteous ignorance of youth! 👍👍 Been there! 😂😂😉😉 I too used to hate the taste of coffee especially after my mum used to make me drink it to sober me up after coming home drunk a few times as a teen. Wasn’t till my late twenties that I started to drink coffee for real and actually enjoy it! ☕😁😂
☕ These days, I enjoy Irish coffees, among other things
that IS a naughty reply 😀
Really? I didn’t mean it to be ☺️
A fun style. I remember the days when I was so sure I knew more than my mother. Then we grow up and gain wisdom.
And grin I did, when I finished. So, moved on to a new form so soon, huh? Will try this one out soon… 😉
And btw, for now, here’s my next couple of wayras,
😉 There are so many different ones to try…
And people come up with new ones everyday… 😉