There are a lot of things
to think about, to write or sing about
There are rules to writing
a poem or a story
but oftentimes I get lost
among all the cacophony
Fairies and prairies sound magical together
I throw them in the air
over my head, without any care
Rhymes and times I’d like to consider
but they all come out jagged,
fractured and rough
like a broken mirror
or a torn piece of paper
A collection of words in a connection
forming a most peculiar pattern
No, there’s no intention of any
But there always emerges
an image, a sound,
a priceless piece of symphony
that the eyes delight in touching
and the ears excite in tasting
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I feel low today.. but after checking out blogs I follow, I’m feeling heaps better! I love your poetry! Thank you for sharing! ….Paula x
You’re always welcome. And I hope you’ll feel much better today. It’s a new day after all.
Thank you! *smiling* tomorrow will be better,I’ll make sure! xx
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This is good, but if everyone finds out most poetry comes by accident we’ll be in trouble – shh!!
Haha! True, true. Especially this one. I was trying to make another poem which I just couldn’t find the right words to. This poem is what came out of my frustration from the former. And thanks, by the way.