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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.
Words have not the discipline
to be pen and paper aware.
Many rhymes evaporate in air ...
Driving in my car, Often in the kitchen
navigating traffic, while cooking and fixing,
poems form like magic. versus take shape.
I cannot release the wheel Should I drop a plate
to make words stick - or let water over boil?
rhymes will not congeal No, so I hesitate
inside my automobile. and lose the wordy roll.
Many yell for toilet paper - Enjoying the outside,
I need another kind, such as beach or lake,
oh, so hard to find poetic lines will overtake
inside of my shower my joyous reverie.
when rhymes cross my mind. I can only forsake
Bathroom poetry hour the rhyme gifting me ~
defies my writing power. let it be, set it free.
Visiting with friends, Drifting off to sleep,
verses form in my head laying in my bed,
or metaphors descend. stanzas fill my head.
It would be impolite I know they will escape
to grab a pad, pen and write. and remain unsaid.
I can't say, "hold your game peg My memory will not cooperate,
while I catch a poem thread." the lies will disintegrate.
Words are the love of my life
yet they surely mess with me,
cause me frustration and strife.
Is it fated error for imagery to waste
or simply every writer's terror
for lines to arrive impossible
for them to paste?
Copyright ©
CayCay Jennings
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