River of Rhyme

River of Rhyme

There has to be a reason why I'm lifting up my pen,
the ink has started flowing and the words appear again.
The stanzas are evolving as I scribble every line.
My head is full of rhythm as the lines all start to rhyme.

I feel it's like my heartbeat and it's never going to stop,
or blood that's pulsing through my veins and hasn't time to clot.
Sometimes it flows much faster, but at times it seeps quite slow,
but like a living river I could never stem its flow.

It bears me on its current as it washes me along
oblivious to it's reason but captured by its song.
There is nothing can deter it as it travels through my land
baptizing me with knowledge in a way I understand.

As I lift my pen and answer all my feelings I explore,
allowing every sentence to come rushing in my door.
Until at last my writing has relieved the throbbing pain
that makes me want to sit and write my poetry again.

Ivor G Davies

 

Reviews

[Ivor]

Relic, I have been off the poetry sites for some years now (though still writing). On reading your review I had a look at a few of your poems, is nice to see that really good rhyming poets still exist! Your poem about writers org reminds me of the friendship and support that used to exist years ago when I used to frequent lit.org. Good to read your work and hope I find time to again post some of my later poems here.

[Relic]

I'm puzzled why no one reviewed this being it's so good. Did you have the review option off? The flow is great throughout and the topic is consistent till the end.

A great poem.