I like to spend my summertime Making cheerful summer rhymes I take a clever word and double it. Then, that’s the start of a couplet. I do my best at language bending Looking for cohesive endings For every line that crosses my mind. That is why works the best, I find. I just roll right on with the beat I depend the result will be sweet. I find if I think about it too hard I will miss the rhythm by a yard.
My hope is the spoken word Will make you feel what you heard As if it were a voice in your head That speaks for you in its stead And moves to you to higher plane; Makes you feel a bit more sane. I have been rescued just that way By understanding words that say The things my heart truly needed When my own voice never heeded. I now trust that loving behavior I know words can be a savior.
I like to parse in cold times too. It’s such a warming thing to do And I get to place myself inside; I grant myself permission to hide In my room where it’s warm And poeticize any awful storms Turning sentence parts to sounds And let the harmonics surround My head that thinks in four-four time Writing every season’s cozy rhymes. Then, in hopes I help more than myself I send the poems off to everyone else.