A Poem Is A Poem Is A Poem…

My pentameter’s ru’ned, I can’t find my pen,

My brain ha’nt been fluid, since I don’t know when.

I know I shouldn’t worry, a poet I’m not,

My rhythm is sorry but you say, so what?

You tell me it’s simple, a task such as this,

My muses are rippling with laughter and jest.

“A few thoughts on paper-one deems it good verse,

A rhyme and a rhythm, a style oh so terse.”

I’ve sat and I’ve stared at this paper until

The moss and the rots gone and covered my will.

Maybe I’ll just think up a story next time.

A rose is a rose is…Well, nothing else rhymes!

CL May