Trying My Hand At a Poem That Doesn'T Rhyme

I think that I’ll try to write one of those poems that doesn’t rhyme, The poems that I like to write tend to rhyme all the time. Oops, not a very good start. Be creative. Be descriptive. Use flower scented words that escape from the reader’s strawberry stained lips like soft snowflakes on a still winter morn and hang in the air like a single feathery sword from the deliciously soft down pillow on grandmother’s feather bed after a playful tussle with my angelic son. Oh yeah, that works … Not. A subject. I need a subject. Think, think, think. Something that would be interesting to read. Or something that is witty and funny – laughter is always good. Or something that makes people think and ponder and put their finger to their chin and go, “Mmmmm”. I usually read these kind of poems and can’t figure them out, I am left wondering what the heck I just read about. Hey, that rhyme was a mistake – it happened on its own. Oh, who am I kidding, I can’t write this kind of poem! It’s hard being old-fashioned. But, hey, that’s who I am. Besides, no one ever reads my poems anyway. I’ll bet you are not even reading it now. So much for the witty humor – bet you didn’t even notice it. Oh well, think I’ll go write a poem – one that rhymes.