I haven’t written much,
in such a long, long time,
I am not sure that I remember,
how to craft a rhyme.
Is it the rhythm of the words,
that lulls your brain to sleep,
that allows the nonesense that I write,
to not cause you to weep?
It’s like a swaying dance,
a dangle and a dip,
then a twirl around the floor,
being careful not to slip.
The pattern starts to form,
and words slowly start to flow,
it doesn’t have to make much sense,
as by now you surely know.
It’s the music that’s not played,
that lingers in the soul,
words implied, not spoken,
a simple, easy goal.
Tonight I listened to the rhythm,
I danced a little bit,
it’s no great piece of literature,
but a least I didn’t sit,
this
one
out.
© ceenoa
Nice. Thank you.
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You are welcome 🙂
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It was a lovely sunny day and that just topped it off. Smashing.
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🙂
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Dancing with words- nicely done !
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Ta muchly Sis
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No wallflower you!
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Ah, sometimes, sometimes not 🙂
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Nice.
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Something to fill the screen – even if it is nonsense. Glad you liked it.
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Very clever, especially the word placement at the end… 🙂
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Yeah, we all do that little jarring misstep every now and then – doesn’t pay to get lulled into a false security 😉
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Nice rhythm, with a clever end. I like it! 😊
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I liked the out of rhythm at the end on this one, not my usual “neat and tidy” rhyme – but sometimes you gotta get “edgy” hahaha Glad you liked it.
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*it’s the music that’s not played that lingers on the soul* – beautifully wrought with the lightness of a ballerina. I am so glad you didn’t sit this one out 🙂
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osyth, thanks for picking out that line – think it may have been the only decent one it the whole thing, and I’m kinda fond of it. I don’t have the build to be a ballerina, more a barn-dance kinda girl, but I appreciate the illusion mightily. 🙂 🙂 🙂
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I was kicked out of Ballet classes at 4 and overheard the teacher telling my mother that it was pointless to persist. I remain mortified 😦
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Life is very harsh 😦
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Sophisticated (in the best sense of the word) rhyme
— a rare delight in this culture and time. 🙂
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Well, thanks very much Mistermuse, appreciate your kind words.
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a fun rhyme and rhythm, Claudette
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Thanks Ruth, have to work on writing more often, I do miss it when it doesn’t flow.
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Seems to me the words started flowing quite nicely once you got going… 😉
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Thanks, it does happen like that sometimes.
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