February 27, 2025
This diction constriction,
my very predilection,
I can’t seem to stop rhyming.
Word action, interaction,
such a distraction,
When meter is all about timing.
This poetry coquetry,
Becomes oh so ug-u-ly,
Breaking rules to make it work.
Or do you half-wit commit,
And veritably submit,
To the demands of poetry structure.
It just might be true,
Like you, I like to haiku,
I’d even write two,
In search of an easier way to express…
The notion of emotion,
I drown in such an ocean,
I get so overwhelmed that I cannot finish.
Trying to keep rhyming,
Is becoming pretty unsatisfying,
And this poem is like beating a dead horse.
This repetitive comparative,
I am not sure how to end this,
So I guess I’ll just stop.