In my head my thought's in rhyme
So poetry is all the time
I just sit and ask my muse
He throws lines and lets me chose
Pick the rhythm that I need
Then copy down at reading speed
Then just check the rhyme and meter
Tittivate to make it sweeter
Learning new styles means I read
So muse can push it out at speed
One problem that I see of late
My muse just will not punctuate
This little voice I hear inside
Has given me a lovely ride
Sometimes he opts to go away
And then I just mope round all day
So I have learned to cal lhim back
By launching "Limerick attack"
He is stubborn, I persist
It is one game he can't resist!
When I find I've written well
I float and feel my ego swell
But when a poem isn't good
I start again, just like you should!
Author notes
Not great I'm afraid will ask him for another version later.
A contest entry
- How Do You Write? by strangerforeigner.
450 points, ended February 22, 2008, 20 entries
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Please comment below. Spelling or rhyming or scanning corrections welcome.
Comments
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I like this a lot. The short lines give each thought punch and draw the reader along with you, like a trail of breadcrumbs. wish I could write at reading speed! Thanks and good luck in my contest!
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I agree with Allen's words
Though my muse likes to play with birds
And sit up in the highest tree
Just where does that leave little me?
It seems your muse is quite well trained
Your words flow out quite unrestrained
Sonnets, sapphics, just plain rhyme
Prolific writing all the time
I know at times it seems your muse
Puts on a pair of walking shoes
But Jeff we know it's just a stroll
'Cos pretty soon you're on a roll
To disappoint is not your style
You make us cry you make us smile
Thank you Jeff, you're quite a poet
Who needs his muse, so let him know it!
Love
Sue x
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It rhymes. It tells a story. I give it three bunnies.
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