A Lost Art Poem by Jason Cline

I was laying in bed just playing around with words and thought I'd come down and record this.

The structure is something like a psuedo-sonnet - 14 lines,3 quatrains and a couplet. The rhyming is ridiculously heavy in the quatrains with (a) a, (a) a, (a) a, a...(b) b...(c) c... the couplet rhymes (d) d, e creating a hard and final stop. It felt necessary to end that way after conditioning the reader the entire length of the piece. Otherwise a second rhyme there would continue their head in circles and leaving the reader with the false impression of an unfinished piece. The couplet almost has limerick-y feel.

As far as the subject of the poem, it's about a painting that was stolen from an art gallery. Somewhat inspired by The Thomas Crown Affair. The title is a play on several things, obviously the piece of art in the telling, but also the lost art of classical forms (the sonnet) and the lost art of rhyming, not often found with the magnitude of today's free verse poetry.