I know nothing about poetry
not my stanza from my verse
and I don't know all the rules
which makes others want to curse
I try to write a haiku
but i get the subject wrong
apparently senyru
is to the family it belongs
I don't know my Emily Dickinson
From my Edgar Allen Poe
And I feel sometimes my writing
has a long long way to go
But I like the sound of rhyming things
the rhythm and the tone
and the way that certain chosen words
can cut right to the bone
And I like the thought that somewhere
maybe upstairs in bed
someones days a little better
cos I wrote something they read.
May 3, 2010
May 3, 2010 at 3:35 PM UTC
I know nothing about poetry
not my stanza from my verse
and I don't know all the rules
which makes others want to curse
I try to write a haiku
but i get the subject wrong
apparently senyru
is to the family it belongs
I don't know my Emily Dickinson
From my Edgar Allen Poe
And I feel sometimes my writing
has a long long way to go
But I like the sound of rhyming things
the rhythm and the tone
and the way that certain chosen words
can cut right to the bone
And I like the thought that somewhere
maybe upstairs in bed
someones days a little better
cos I wrote something they read.
©A Thomas Hawkins 2010
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