RHYMING SEASON
I try and try to write in rhyme
Again and again on the paper
I dash word after word in vain
my noggin has nothing but vapor
pushing and drilling my exhausted brain
Maybe I'll be able to write in time
Now my little grey cells are vacant
searching furiously for fine words
sifting through my dull, jaded mind
for nouns, adjectives and verbs
but no eloquent phrasing I find
between my ears remains dormant
Janice Kuykendall
April 11, 2012
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