My sweet love, yes love,
We know it is forever,
If ever it be.
***
I thought you the best
But I had not seen the rest,
Still, you pass the test.
***
The glories of rhyme
I chase them all, every time,
Baby, hard to find.
***
You wonder about
Who I think I am, really,
Think it, being me.
***
There is need for sleep
There is creativity,
Sleep after I die.
***
Love is, I believe,
But love escapes my clutches;
It must remain free.
***
Sometimes I wonder
Was I born a poet, or
Did I catch thunder?
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Time is a changing
I have no desire to spring
On forward. Why Ben?
***
Drinking water, man,
So tastefully plain and bland,
Coffee, turbo stand.
***
Not sure about this
But it is happening, so
Buckled for the ride.
***
Sometimes you cannot
See the truth of someone else,
They hide reality.
***
I have been experiencing a drought in the country of inspiration. It let go of a deluge after midnight. I was using the tablet. Sometimes it is a very wordy device. The only drawback is that I do not type on on-screen keyboards well.
When I got up, the tablet was completely dead. I never had that happen before. It has restored with charging.
I have continued this binge of writing and will doubtless share more of it. The remainder is in my journal.
Prompt: Try writing haiku, counted syllable poetry, counts: 5-7-5. These are very good warm-ups to other types of writing. It is a very old form and versatile.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Haphazard Creative 