I clap in time

All of the others clap in time,

they speak in well thought out limericks,

and their worlds are built on a foundation of rhyme,

well,

I am a prose poem,

I am not lyrical,

I am not sublime,

I am simply simple,

the world is a hundred dollar bill,

well, 

i'm a dime.

Everyone else,

was made to be the mountain,

that I was made to sweat through,

that,

I was made to climb,

I exist,

and although I my world doesn't rhyme,

And I don't move mechanically,

my thoughts don't go with every clock tick and chime,

but I work with the movement of things,

I work in time.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Tom McRoberts]

This is a REALLY nice piece of work. I can't help but feel it would work better if you formatted it as prose though, to remove as much distance between topic and poem as possible. I love your rhyming, it sounds very natural, never forced.

PS. Is the 'I' in the second line of the last stanza a typo? Just letting you know.

[Lyric]

Thank you so much! And yeah it is, I should go fix that now. :]

[Shawna]

This is an awesome piece, very unique and honest. Kind of a thumb your nose at what a poem "should" be and saying I can be a poem however I want to be. There is that one typo in the last stanza that Tom mentioned, but other than that, I loved it.

[Lyric]

Thanks so much! I'm glad you liked it.