NaPoWriMo Day 16:

Because it’s Friday, today I’d like you to relax with the rather silly form called Skeltonic, or tumbling, verse. In this form, there’s no specific number of syllables per line, but each line should be short, and should aim to have two or three stressed syllables. And the lines should rhyme. You just rhyme the same sound until you get tired of it, and then move on to another sound. 

Though I did not follow the exact structure of Skeltonic, I went with short lines and rhymes (fist and third line are rhyming)

Poem: The Language of Music


A Universal language,

The language that reaches the soul

The music of nature heals

As waves at ocean splash

When trees dance to breeze

The chirping of the birds

The pitter-patter of raindrops

A language without words

When rhythms play in accord

A mystical journey begins

A symphony creates every chord

Music’s a comrade in solitude,

Amplifying your rhapsodies

Orchestrating your moods

Music is an experience

An experience to connect with self

A pathway to wellness

©Vandana Bhasin