Chuzzlewit I Poem by Douglas Scotney
Chuzzlewit I
I wouldn't say it's what I'm reading,
it's what I'm dipping into,
what I'm doing a lot of
as I'm fast running out of time.
I'm a poet.
I cannot read
let alone write
a novel.
I'm into
an outline of a story,
partial immersion,
and rhythm and rhyme.
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: time
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Dickens novel, originally published in serial form, therefore wordy.
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/25/2024 5:59:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
