Inconvenient Rhyme Times
I’ve lost more prose Driving in my car,
than I’ve written navigating traffic,
for they often come unbidden poems form like magic.
not minding where. I can’t release the wheel
They haven’t the discipline to make words stick.
to be pen and paper aware. Rhymes won’t congeal
These lines evaporate in air. in my automobile.
Many yell “toilet paper”, Often in the kitchen
I need another kind, poetry takes shape.
oh, so hard to find Should I drop a plate
inside the shower or let water over boil?
when rhymes cross my mind. No, so I hesitate ..
Bathroom poetry hour losing the wordy-roll
defies my writing power. born from within my soul.
Enjoying the outside Drifting off to sleep,
such as beach or lake, laying in my bed,
poems will overtake stanzas fill my head.
my joyous reverie I know they’ll escape
and I must forsake and remain unsaid.
the tune gifting me - My memory won’t cooperate.
let it be, set it free. The lines will disintegrate.
Is it fated error,
is it sad waste,
if words come too late
to be convenient
for me to paste?
Should I resent
them dying unspent?
... CayCay
May 5, 2020
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2020
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