I Am Filled With May
I thought that there were no good rhymes for ebb
And so I could no sonnet write today.
But then I thought of Adam’s stolen rib,
And how the Lord enjoys a little play.
I thought there were no rhymes at all for flood
My competence was at its lowest ebb.
But then we saw old trees ,astonished, bud
And I wrote this upon the world wide web.
I thought no word could ever rhyme with neap
And so I fell into a writer’s dock
The sight made all the singing blackbirds weep
And hence I raised my head from off the block.
I thought I’d write no poetry today
But now I have and I am filled with May.
Copyright © Katherine Braithwaite | Year Posted 2016
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