rambling rhyme

yet another poem about inspiration and writing style. I particularly enjoyed playing with rhythms and sounds in this one. it´s definitely one for reading aloud.

I usually write rhymes

About things I can see

I rhyme about lakes and

about mountains and trees

But sometimes I rhyme rhymes

about things that are not

so immediately obvious

and easy to spot

I scribble sometimes some rhymes

about love or about fear

some lines

don´t rhyme each time

and sometimes the end is too near

BUT

This rhyme is simple and easy

to hear

I´ve written a rhyme where the

rhythm is clear

I rattle, rock and roll and I ramble away

and the lines will all rhyme and my words won´t betray

me `cause it´s just silly play

I´ll move and I´ll sway

I´ll eat love and pray

and we can chill out at the end of the day

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On homecoming

Where we have been is a beautiful memory,

Fading fast as though steeped in sepia

A photograph album soaking in tea.

And tea is one thing not lacking

After all the trips to the car, unpacking

The tea was last in, first out

Except our son, without a doubt 

and we drank in both, the journey ended.

As our house we once again befriended.

The days of sun and tiger mosquito bites remain 

But neither will quite be the same, in the city

The mosquitoes are less bitey

The sun is less shiney

Its glare seemingly harder somehow

As the voices of neighbours are harder and loud

Amplified in the closeness, proximity defeats

The possibility of keeping our vacation Secret.

“Ah you’re home?! It must have been grand.”

“You’re looking fierce well, were you out on the strand?”

And the questions push mirrors before our beautiful lives 

And our ghostly, but real memories merely live on inside.

poetic injustice

I write what I would

Like to read and sometimes

I Even try to rhyme and not put too many words in one line
But then again 

Poetry can

Be surprising.

Beautiful.

Lyrical, lurid, unbelievably empty and always

Unpredictable.

When I read it, I say – my God I’d love to write

Like that!

But I follow my patterns

I write what I would 

Like to read and maybe even sometimes,

Someone,

Somewhere,

Thinks it’s pretty good.