SEARCHING FOR A RATION OF PASSION
Wrangling of words might become a tightrope for the writer to *****
While the reader may feel the fervor that an author still hasn't discovered
Frequently fondling of familiar phrases may become dull,lost in a lull,hiding behind hope
Basking over prose a browser can feel close,bring themselves to find what the scribe may not have recovered
Lost in a webster's lottery laboriously lamenting in language, mindless and in a mope
Scholar wanting the lecturer to teach ,essayist out of reach,more reason for rhymes for which they hunger
Easy essays aren't eloquent,lingering thoughts quickly lost,locked in with no code
Simple students wishing for more a peek inside the penmans mind ,giving them even more reason to wonder
Almost lost like an old cowboy song,left to search in a field with little yield,memories too easily erode
Bookworms wringing hands await on the edge of a seat ,their fondness for dialog wanting to be pleased but the dramatist waiting to ponder
Wordsmiths wants sometimes leaving them empty,then like an open sky raining down phrases leaves them with a new day and new way to reload . R.C.
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 6:37 AM UTC
SEARCHING FOR A RATION OF PASSION
Wrangling of words might become a tightrope for the writer to *****
While the reader may feel the fervor that an author still hasn't discovered
Frequently fondling of familiar phrases may become dull,lost in a lull,hiding behind hope
Basking over prose a browser can feel close,bring themselves to find what the scribe may not have recovered
Lost in a webster's lottery laboriously lamenting in language, mindless and in a mope
Scholar wanting the lecturer to teach ,essayist out of reach,more reason for rhymes for which they hunger
Easy essays aren't eloquent,lingering thoughts quickly lost,locked in with no code
Simple students wishing for more a peek inside the penmans mind ,giving them even more reason to wonder
Almost lost like an old cowboy song,left to search in a field with little yield,memories too easily erode
Bookworms wringing hands await on the edge of a seat ,their fondness for dialog wanting to be pleased but the dramatist waiting to ponder
Wordsmiths wants sometimes leaving them empty,then like an open sky raining down phrases leaves them with a new day and new way to reload . R.C.
Sometimes lost in word play can be funny:) Had the title as RATION OF PASSION but maybe lost that thought? But also the thought of how many readers truly do await their favorite writers next pages. even the new crossword brings a higher heart rate until it is solved:) thanks for reading ,your comments are helpful Rick
