Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Day 29 Somethingville

Poetryville 

Wasting away in Poetryville
Looking for my lost fickle muse
Rhythm and Rhyme are in hiding
Singing the poetry blues

Wasting away in Poetryville
While summer fun goes on around me
The land of diction, meter and feet
Have somehow trapped and bound me

Wasting away in Poetryville
Where figurative language is king
Time ticks away on the face of the clock
Till my muse returns and takes wing

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