Tame the Rhythm

poetryy

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!

My response to today’s one-word prompt: Tame

Perspective

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I’ll admit

I didn’t see it coming.

It took me completely by

surprise. I was struck by an unexpected

notion, that the things I once thought magical

were maybe nothing more than just themselves!

The soothing stream that meanders through the meadow,

the autumn leaves as they fly across the moon,

the golden grain caught blushing in the sun;

might not really have a spirit of their own.

Could it be they are simply what they are;

lazy creek, dead leaves, ripened seeds?

Without a doubt, I must control

these hasty bouts of wisdom

before they shatter

me completely!

The delivery of this poem is something different for me. I have never attempted to format a poem into any particular shape before. A bit of a challenge!

This is my response to today’s one-word prompt: Delivery

The photo was taken in Colorado, near the Continental Divide