Build me a poem catcher
Out of stanzas and string
Let me snag inspiration
Out of simply nothing
Swish swish through the air
Bring down a fresh verse
Maybe I'll catch some bad ones
Maybe I'll give up and curse
But if I swipe enough times
With enough perseverance
I'll catch the starting lines
Which, with some endurance
I can unravel with care
As it battles my grasp
It may not be smooth
It may grate and rasp
But my poem catcher
If I give it enough time
Will capture raw words
I can turn into rhyme
No comments:
Post a Comment