Oh, That Rule
Since I was a little girl I have been writing poems and stories,
My grandma encouraged me to write my sadness in a journal;
And I did and then I wrote stories about my cat and mom's flowers,
I would start writing with no plan, the words would come tumbling.
As I got older, I learned about forms and rhyming and rules,
And of course the requirement for syllables in certain poems;
I can handle the rhyming rule, but that syllable thing is so restrictive,
See, I am a rambler, I like it when my words just fall from my pen.
My writing is an avalanche of emotions, sometimes very sad,
And I want no borders, no walls to hold me back, restrain me;
So I wrote you this verse, oh yes, for I could use lots of wordy words,
Oh that syllable rule was begging to be broken, and so this girl did.
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July 22, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Oh, That Rule
Copyright Protected, ID 16-810-901-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, That Rule Was Begging To Be Broken
sponsor, Lewis Raynes
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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