I wish I had more time to rhyme

By Shannan

Fri, 24 Feb 2017
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I wish I had more time to rhyme

 

It’s been an age

Since I’ve put words to page

Since I’ve had time to rhyme

Since my life

Has had the semblance of:

My Own.

 

It’s been a while

Since I’ve had time to style

To script

To create

To be

At one with poetry.

 

I miss the bliss

Of flow

Of truth

Of thrill

Of words

My soul

Loves to spill.

 

No design

Nothing clandestine

Just words

That need to escape

A better fate

Than daily prose

Lost to the moment

Permanently stolen.

Certificate PG
Poem
Poetry
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by celticman on

not stolen, not lost, just left to be picked up again. Poetry in waiting. 

 

Submitted by Shannan on

... it doesn't feel that way at all. I can barely remember what I have done in the day I am living in when it finally winds down... maybe my subconcious is holding on to some of the moments, but my zombie self isn't believing so.

Keep well :)

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Sometimes a scribbled thought worth working on its presentation, can be tucked in your bag and looked at later, or when in the train, added to, changed, and put away again for further meditation!?

I like the 'flow Of truth Of thrill Of words My soul Loves to spill'. I like the music of words and consonant patterns, as a framework for truth.

Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Shannan on

... I don't have time to scribble anything. I work on premises and am fully occupied 7am-8pm and then night duties every other week for the week to look after boarders! 

Ahhh, thank-you, I was away at a conference and that spilled from a hotel room! Maybe there is hope yet ;)

Stay blessed

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi again Shannan,

I know what you mean about wanting to find time to write rhyming poetry, but you've already done it here in this poem. I always figure when the time is right it will come to you.

Sometimes I have to force myself to write down a list of words, but over time they start to make sense.

Jenny.

 

 

 

Submitted by Shannan on

It's so super frustrating that I guess the poem on not having time had to come out as a poem.

At present I am so overwhelmed and over-worked it is criminal, really, it feels criminal... 

I'm going on a tour chaperoning some learners, so maybe in the 17 days of babysitting ;) I'll create some other poems - here's to hoping.

Take care and look after your lovely self,

Shannan