Thursday, October 19, 2017

My Very Own Original Poem about Poetry

Poetry’s nice,

It’s quite the device
For speaking in language, sublime.

But seldom I rhyme;
I don’t have the time,
To fiddle with fluff, so concise.

Why be so terse,
And blather in verse,
That flows with cadence and beat?

I’d rather explete;
Use words more concrete,
So thoughts are made simple, not worse. 

An original poem by Ralph M. Petersen

Oct. 19, 2017

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