Kim Rodrigues Poet Rhyme

Early Aspirations

 The poet was young, just born -
her innocent words, forlorn.
Still, she was as euphoric as a pig in mud -
rolling around the sweet corn.

Her wit was swill, but she drilled.
Dictionary at her fingertips, she thrilled.
Playing, like a piglet with fodder,
one day, with practice, her verse killed.

2/10/2023

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Joseph P. DiMino February 11, 2023 at 6:53 PM "Still, she was as euphoric as a pig in mud - rolling around the sweet corn." So visual...love it! Knock um dead, as the saying goes. Great job! Kim Rodrigues February 11, 2023 at 7:34 PM Thanks, Joe! :)

Edward Ibeh February 11, 2023 at 4:55 PM Wonderful poem, Kim:-) I enjoyed it! Kim Rodrigues February 11, 2023 at 7:34 PM Thanks, Edward!

Bill Baker February 11, 2023 at 3:59 PM Cute poem, Kim. Put in the practice, you'll someday get better. I liked it! A poet friend in Texas, Bill Kim Rodrigues February 11, 2023 at 7:35 PM Thank you, Bill!

Victor Buhagiar February 11, 2023 at 2:37 AM Pity, she lost her muse. Hugs. Kim Rodrigues February 11, 2023 at 10:15 AM In this sense, killed means doing something really well :)

Joanna Daniel February 11, 2023 at 12:18 AM Well, well, love her eagerness to become better and what better than killing verse!! Kim Rodrigues February 11, 2023 at 10:15 AM Yes!

Anselmo Boles February 10, 2023 at 4:58 PM Well said, well phrased, Kim! We all started with a blank page and a dull pen...ab Kim Rodrigues February 10, 2023 at 9:02 PM I look back…not saying how much better..Thanks!