Caren Krutsinger Poet Rhyme

They Write Themselves Up

Adjectives plunk themselves down in two’s and threes.
I watch them gather, peeking from behind solid noun trees.
The blank page delights me, incites me, highlights me.
I try to catch up, but they are everywhere I did not see.

Where to begin? I wonder, but they are not waiting for me.
They are cleverly organizing themselves into a big company.
An army now, they march along leaving their tracks.
I pick up the pen, and one coughs “Here comes one of the hacks.”

This makes me cringe, for I thought I ought to be in charge.
Who does she think she is? An admiral or a convoluted sarge?
The verbs began to gather and start whistling at me now.
Starting their own sentences without my help. Meow!

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L Milton Hankins October 4, 2021 at 8:04 PM Very interesting, indeed. Adjectives sometimes run away with me, but I do love my verbals...verbals, not gerbils! And I do get a little bit tired of verbs that hang around and start repeating themselves every time I start a poem! Caren Krutsinger October 5, 2021 at 9:08 PM I get tired of adverbs that throw themselves down on pages without permission.