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Enthralled with form, the function ignored.

The reason was there, without the rhyme.

Her loss of focus reduced the words

to one of convenience in limited time.

The question nags her to voice her concern.

She hangs her head no longer to worry.

The gift neglected, in moments returns;

the prose, select, when not in a hurry.

What words to us, as time directed,

Birth the newest conceptual image.

Choose carefully the picture selected,

Else chaos reigns o’er the resulting scrimmage.


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  1. Mainly desired to write and want to know where you obtained your template? I’m shopping for one for my current website and really like yours. Many thanks.

  2. Very interesting information!Perfect just what I was looking for!

  3. I dare not read between the lines.
    What a wonderful poem.
    What picture shall you select?

    • There is no reading between the lines necessary. It was an exercise for me to get back to rhyming and meter. I just wanted to make sure I hadn’t lost my touch.

      The previous poems were all about the shape, and syllables. One new syllable per line.

  4. Thank you. It was a fun exercise in rhyme and meter.

  5. wonderful poetry, nice rythem and theme

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