Well hello! This weekend has flown by, and my to list whilst not completed is a little shorter than it was yesterday morning. This poem is just a short little ditty that has some fun with rhymes.
What is poetry even for?
Standing on a soap box
Cunning like a fox.
Trying to make you understand a
Point, stanza by stanza.
Making observations that
Inspire, make you forget.
The ugly and perverse
Pure verse after pure verse.
But we all know what is true -
There are more moments to rue
Than I can negate with
Words: nouns, adjectives.
The world is a hard place to live
Trying to balance take and give,
To find that rose in the thorny vine,
Be on time, make it rhyme.
Angele Toomey Poetry 