I've jotted the oblique
Scribbled the sublime
Communed with Mother Nature
While holding hands with Father Time
Dipped my toes in the poetic pool
Swam in the extreme
Question is does this make me out a fool
Or genius with a dream
I've taken my pen to absurd heights
And to the very depths of low
I've written what I fantasize
And that which I do not know
I've peeked around some corners
That set my minds eye free
Taking up the meaning
Of treasures hidden in the means
I've placed my writers kiss on all of this
As I've moved slowly through the rhyme
Tasting tiny morsels of oddity
In the words I've wined and dined
What this all boils down to
Is I've about covered it all
But before it is I give up on this
Think I'll squeeze out a couple more
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
I've jotted the oblique
Scribbled the sublime
Communed with Mother Nature
While holding hands with Father Time
Dipped my toes in the poetic pool
Swam in the extreme
Question is does this make me out a fool
Or genius with a dream
I've taken my pen to absurd heights
And to the very depths of low
I've written what I fantasize
And that which I do not know
I've peeked around some corners
That set my minds eye free
Taking up the meaning
Of treasures hidden in the means
I've placed my writers kiss on all of this
As I've moved slowly through the rhyme
Tasting tiny morsels of oddity
In the words I've wined and dined
What this all boils down to
Is I've about covered it all
But before it is I give up on this
Think I'll squeeze out a couple more
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