Poem 16/30

Words do not flow freely

I am not the poet I thought

What is it really

Rhymes for aught

I’m up a tree

put down the pen, I ought

I really wanted to do the prompt today, to take a foreign language poem and try to change it up in my language. The linguist in me wants to sit down and decode the language like back in  Grad school. I still want to do it, but not tonight there are only 2 hours left to get in the 16th day’s poem before it’s over. Time, ever elusive sands of time, slip sliding away…

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