Writing mostly rhythm with rhyme
I find it such sweet poetry.
Upon occasion I find time
to compose a verse that is free.
I slave like a night owl up-tight
finding the task not so fluent.
Like a tangram that won't fit right
some pieces I'm sure are truant.
The fitting of free thought's a curse -
herculean and out-of-whack.
Upon the writing of free verse
I get lost in the art of abstract.
Reason A. Poteet
Philosophical
Categories:
tangram, writing,
Form: Quatrain