poet Flying Lemming

Flying Lemming

The 'Poem A Day' Project - Day 68

There is no mystery, to the art of poetry
It can come quite easily, straight to you or me
All of us have heard, word after word after word
And picked some we’ve preferred, even if absurd

So then all that you do, is connect one or two
And soon you have a few, dashing right through
You don’t really need an aim, to play this rhyming game
And if they look the same, you just try it again

And don’t feel you must quit, if you’re not a hit
The ultimate point to it, is to free your mind a bit

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 13, 2007
Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011

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