Waxing Dactylic

Lately it seems that I spend my whole time on the writing of elegies.

This is what happens, of course, when you live to be elderly.

Therefore I find a reluctance to write any more that are personal.

Rather I mourn for the death of a trivial wishfulness.

Now is the hour of the blood moon, eclipse and the rest of it.

Here in this suburb, as often it came about previously,

nothing but cloud can be seen in the sky under which I’m residing, and

so I won’t view it, the spectacle brilliantly happening.

Brilliantly happening all round the globe with all other eyes watching it.

Never mind, leastways I don’t have to stand in the cold all these hours while

slowly the grand entertainment progresses and everyone cheers for it.

(One thing I’ve done, though, is write in the metre of elegy.)

31 Poems in 31 Days (from Poewar / Writer's Resource Center). Prompt: Write an elegy. (Elegaic metre is alternating lines of dactylic hexameter and dactylic pentameter. It was not obligatory but I thought it'd be fun to try. 'Fun', she says! Yes, I just wasn't in proper elegaic mood. And actually the lines are supposed to be in couplets.)