The joy of poetry writing
What fun it is to write in verse
The words just flow along
In perfect rhythmic harmony
Just like a little song
I must get on - I can’t sit here
Composing all day long
I’ve work to do, I need to go
I’m surely in the wrong
But I’m still here, the poem’s alive
It doesn’t want to stop
It’s keeping me in custody
I can’t get to the shop
I’ll have to make it finish now
But who’s in charge of that
The chicken or the egg? I ask
I think I smell a rat
“We need to feel that we control
The words that come to us”
That’s what they said this morning at
Poets Anonymous
This poem’s getting silly now
I feel the end is near
You see, the poem stopped itself
There was nothing to fear
by S Fielding
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