Poetically purposeful I aim to be
A poetic philosopher I claim to be
Sincerely significant poetry I promote
objective adjectives are the adrenaline antidote
When my ink runs out, I clear my throat
Begin blissfully to recite like I’m sinking in a boat
Running words together that sound compound
Artificial articulation I’m bound to drown
There’s no supplement for authentic communication
See poetry sometimes is self-talk looking for conversation
A truism is a trite idea or expression
Is rhyming an addiction or only my obsession
I’m only casually consumed with confessions
This has been therapuetic…I’m guessing
For me, for you. too late for questions
I write to recite and to learn a lesson
Exclamation point
I have to end this session
Great post, so beautifully written. Your rhythm and rhyme on time to make valid points. 😇
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as always, thank you for encouraging comment.
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You are certainly welcome 😊🙏🌸
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