Passion Spliced
Scribo wished for a limerick
but then he crushed his writing stick
too much hard reason
ink went for treason
rhymes and rhythm became quite sick
with a bent nib in his firm grasp
mind and meaning loosened a clasp
he clawed back feeling
spinning free wheeling
filed senses with passionate rasp
27th February 2021
howmanysyllables.com
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
