Rhyming
And she tries to make it rhyme –Spends more time thinking then: LIME!
She found a word so endlessly
Unrhymable.
And based the entire poem on that verse.
And now my mind is tired
And composition goes to hell
As the thick thick pen scribbles
Down this white white page
With lines so blue and straight.
Oh what will I think tomorrow
As I re-read this words –
DID SHE SPLASH A RANDOM SELECTION OF WORDS ACROSS THE PAGE?!
Written June 12th 2007
Poetry by Lea Foverskov
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Written on 2008-03-30 at 00:00
Tags Poems  Rhyme  Writing 
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