Saturday, 30 September 2017 12:53

Where's my Poetic Licence

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I wrote this ten years ago, but I think it's still very relevant. It's a bit rusty but it makes me smile!

Where's my Poetic Licence


My thoughts are in verse with
iambic pentameter
I am speaking in sonnets with
an odd rhyming couplet
  Waking at night
    I scrabble to
scribble my dreams
forgotten by morning
I am the classic ear-wigger
         The shy drabble maker
The one who jots thoughts
  In my busy new notebook

When will I be a writer
Where’s the line I must cross
How many classes
how many courses
How many readings
how many stories
Until I can finally say
I write
 I am a writer!

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