Words

I kind of hate to rhyme sometimes, but sometimes it just happens.

I don’t have the words

I used to, but they’ve left

 

I used them up describing things

That couldn’t matter less

 

I used them up on people

Upon deaf ears most fell

 

I used them up on shoes and clothes

And other things, as well

 

I used them up on movies

And books and music too

 

I tried to make connections

To him, to her, to you

 

 

I can’t thesaurus anymore

My thinking’s gone cliché

 

I can see what I want to say

But words have left my brain

 

 

I need new words to play with

Shiny, and just mine

 

I need a kickstart, just a spark

My thinking to refine

 

But then again, it’s not the words

It’s how they are arranged

 

The flow, the cadence, rhymed or not

My brain’s what needs to change

 

And so I venture forward

To write and think much more

 

To ponder, feel, and hope, always

To further crack the door

Reviews

[Akiabella]

I really like this. What an interesting way to describe writer's block, the boredom one feels with using the same words and phrases over and over again. What do we do when it seems like there's nothing new to write?

Well written, beautiful rhyme scheme, flows perfectly. I think you did an excellent job.

[Philly]

Jules, you hate to rhyme - if this is you hating it, I'd love to see it when you love it.

This is a beautiful poem, Jules. Well written, nicely rhymed and yes, it raised a smile because heck I've been there to.

Phil.

[Violeta]

good poem, so sad that you hate to rhyme 'cause you are good at it, but well... the irony of life.