Moving Write Along
At any rate ... or any time,
I so prefer a metered rhyme ...
If from a fool or from a sage,
It bounces briskly off the page.
Quick to grasp a mind or heart,
And tickle fancies, a la carte ...
Dancing fast, and hard to catch,
Nimbly footed sounds to match.
Off the tongue to tumble, swift,
Rolling phrases dart and drift ...
Furtive words, so fun and fleet,
Filled with cleverness, replete.
Locution molded, start-to-goal,
To paint an image in your soul ...
Terms entwining wishes, bright,
To dim the day or burn a night.
Letters, turned to eyes that cry,
Lungs to breathe, wings to fly ...
Lines with tempo, sweet or sour,
Blooming runes as phrases, flower.
Words otherwise, just in-a-row,
But set to rhyme, compel us so ...
Thus taking phrases, commonplace,
And giving them a charm and grace.
Turning parlance into song,
Helping verbiage move along ...
Telling tales with tempo, quick,
No matter what the bailiwick.
Speeding up the things we say,
To send them sweetly on their way,
Words in rhythm just won't wait ...
That's rhyme to me ... at any rate.
~ 5th Place ~ in the "At Any Rate It Will Be Fast Moving" Poetry Contest, Julia Ward, Sponsor.
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