I Like the Way This Looks

A poem of irony.

I like the way these words look as I plaster to the page:

Thinks and thoughts as metaphors representing sage,

Lavender, and roses. Please forgive my craftsmanship

As I pour out all the memories and do not crack the whip.

 

I remember, remember the 4^th of November,

A day in the scrapbook so close to December.

Close, but not right, this rhyme makes no sense.

I will ponder and think and wait atop the fence.

 

I like the way my poem looks when I have more than one stanza.

And when my rhymes make me skip, we’re left with extravaganza

Of writing, art, and literature, forget the traditional ways.

Poetry with awkward rhymes is set and ready to amaze. 

Author's Note

just for fun

Reviews

[Ashley]

This poem is awesome

[Erin Thomas]

Thank you!