Time to Rhyme

Ta Da! Time to Rhyme

I think it’s time
I returned to rhyme
Forget that I’m still bemoaning
The toss of my will
& the loss of the thrill
It’s time to cool down the groaning.

If John Dunne can write
With a meter in sight
I can surely let loose and start playing
Let the words rock and roll
Far into my soul
And let it be my way of praying

I’m told to remember
From June to September
That poems should never be dire.
They must dance the two step
Bounce with grace and adept
To nuance and rhythm and fire.

I stopped for a while
My heart raced a far mile.
I lost all the fancy and fun
Of choosing the words
That together are heard
With a twinkle and wink of the sun.

How does one become
So stuck and so glum
That silliness goes out of season?
Is living so tough
When the going gets rough
That a poet stops rhyme without reason?

No, No, I will say
I won’t have it that way
Any longer, any deeper, any how
I’m a fool starting fresh
Confused with the best
And I’ll start with the rhythm of now.

I admit it. I have become self conscious. Writing is in many ways is different than painting or illustration or photography because it requires more from a viewer. For one thing, it's most often not a quick hit: it takes time to read a poem or a story.

I hereby announce I want my spark back for the sheer fun of poetry. Even agonizing poems can be fun to write.

So here I am, posting this poem, letting it serve as an introduction that it's time for me to rhyme again, time to write poems again.

Now where IS that poetry muse? She's opinionated and a tough nut to crack, but I kind of like having her around.

Love

kj