rhyme time - out shout

It will never dry up that well
even with the sun shining fell
Ever when the water runs low
there is some subterranean flow
drip-feeding the reservoir of water
keeping the level above care and bother
 
So I don't worry myself senseless
even when I write words rhyme less
Because I remember that down below
the verses linger, waiting to grow
forming beautiful themes all fresh,
painting with words rippling like flesh.  

But for the moment I am dry
however hard I try
no wonderful words come tumbling
out of my hands now fumbling
searching for combinations unspoken
but finding all verses are broken.

~~

Just trying to catch some rhyming mood, It's been gone to long.
Oh, I still stumble on the odd rhyming phrase, but stringing them together kind of stems the flow.

Comments

[pastilla]

[this is good] why, sjon; what a pleasant surprise.

a poet lurks within.

[sjon]

I admit to playing with rhymes
It started in my university times,
Where we wrote friendship comments in songbooks
filling the odd spaces and crannies and nooks

Usually silly drunken comments
pertaining to half passed events
I made it my hallmark in those times
to write in silly verses and rhymes

People only appreciated it later
when they finally got sober
Later I found out I started a trend
with others  rhyming it did end.

Oops, sometimes I simply cannot hold back :)