For the sake of the rhyme
The reason was lost
Irreverent doggerel
Was the only riposte
Lexical reparation
Always sounds the same
Words are jostled into position
A rhythm to proclaim
For clarity
Prose knows no bounds
It’s about what is said
Not the way it sounds
Dumb struck
I’m drowning in a sea of word
All I can think
Is many ways to write absurd
Enslaved by symmetry
With parameters defined
Rhyme is rigid
A constant echo in the mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree with you Nik,100%, I stick to prose when I am speaking my mind and letting my feelings air out! 10+++ Keep it up! Love and Peace...