Friday, October 10, 2014

poewar 2 metered, one unmetered

Writing this Rascal Poem

I can not seem to write this poem today
So many starts, my time just wastes away
I’ll laugh about this some forthcoming day
Determination’s often hard to sway

I fiddle with the meter and the rhyme
As out the window flies my precious time
To many this may seem to be a crime
But when I’m done, at last, I’ll feel sublime

Like an avid jigsaw-puzzler is confident
that 1,000 pieces will make one picture,
a poet has to have faith that a thousand thoughts
will come together as a poem. 

1 comment:

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

NIcely done. Your un-metered verse makes a good summing up.