It's My Prattle...And I'M Sticking To It Poem by Leria Hawkins

It’s My Prattle…And I’m Sticking To It
Date: Unknown

To most, just useless prattle
But I don’t mind at all
I rather enjoy it, at least, as well as I enjoy most
And many would not venture here
Or waste their precious time…

But, I too…am guilty…
Of disinterest, of skirting the leaf
Searching for a juicy morsel, something quick; entertaining…
Something to grab my weary mind, or better yet
Something ravenous…to feed the hungry that consumes me

And many may even detest the sing-song ramblings of my rhyme
Finding it gibberish, trite…perhaps timeworn
My words threadbare…my sentiments cliché

But, I do not write to entertain you
Or in search of your applause
I do not vent for accolades
It’s just the way the blather falls

I rhyme without a reason
No method to the madness
I write trails to love and laughter
And lines of grief and sadness

There is no claim of talent
No claim to gifts or flair
There’s only rhyming chatter
It’s all I have to share…

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