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inconvenient rhyme times
I have lost more lines
than I have written
for they often come unbidden
with no consideration of where.
They have not the discipline
to be pen and paper aware.
Many rhymes evaporate in air ...
Driving in my car,
navigating traffic,
poems form like magic.
I cannot release the wheel
to make words stick -
rhymes will not congeal
inside my automobile.
Often in the kitchen
while cooking and fixing,
poetry takes shape.
Should i drop a plate
or let water over boil?
No - so i hesitate
and lose the wordy roll.
Many yell for toilet paper -
I need another kind,
oh, so hard to find
inside of my shower
when rhymes cross my mind.
Bathroom poetry flour
defies my writing power.
Enjoying the outside,
such as beach or lake,
poems will overtake
my joyous reverie
and I must forsake
the tune gifting me ...
let it be, set it free.
Drifting off to sleep,
laying in my bed,
stanzas fill my head.
I know they will escape
and remain unsaid.
My memory will not cooperate -
the lines will disintegrate
Is it fated error
for imagery to waste
when words come too late
to be convenient
for me to paste ...
and sadly ... die ... unspent ~~~
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CayCay Jennings
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