I’ve always wanted to write one of those rambling,
meditative poems. The kind where you just know
it’s a poem and not some random piece of prose
without the use of punctuation or rhythm
that has been skillfully put together
by someone who has more words on a given subject
than his mind can possibly contain
but has somehow managed with much finesse
to incorporate every single one of them
into one cohesive idea.
I particularly like the part where the author
completes a sentence after a paragraph break just to show off
his ability, his brilliance, his absolute and utter artistry
at keeping you tuned in to his train of thought.
I LOVE that style, I really do!
But,
just when I think I’m making progress,
my pesky sense of rhythm kicks back in.
Feeling woefully defeated I concede
I have written yet another boring poem!
“Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.” Robert Frost
Just sayin’
😉
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Well, that explains it! I was never any good at playing tennis – with or without the net! 🙂
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Brilliantly written. 🌼
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Thank you, Brigid!
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Not at all boring!
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Aw, thanks for saying!
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Excellent!
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I appreciate that! Thanks for stopping by!
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Not boring at all!! 😀 This was a lot of fun and captures us writers perfectly!
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I’m glad you got the “fun” of it!
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