Blog » Poems Should Rhyme, And Other Beliefs (Friday, 10 November 2017)
Tell me I’m not the only one who has days where everything makes no sense and you feel all kinds of off kilter and out of sorts. (Seriously – I could use the reassurance!)
One of my go to activities to unravel a tangled mind is writing in my journal. Sometimes, a poem will pop out. As I write that, I can hear my Dad frowning – if it has no meter or rhyme it can’t possibly be a poem.
Can I let them go then,
to scamper off like scolded puppies
scurrying to hide under a chair
Until they sneak back to chew on my heels once again?
No. It seems not.
Oh, but their pleading eyes!
How can I reject those eyes
that I have loved
But, set them free I must.
Oust them from the comfortable cushion of my being.
Cast them away for good.
If I am to know my own freedom.
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