He said
It doesn’t rhyme
I said
It isn’t supposed to
He said
I thought poetry was supposed to rhyme
I sigh
Take a deep breath
And say
You’re right
You’re welcome
He just told me something he didn’t know
And wanders away smug and smiling
But so am I
And peaceful
You cannot waste energy discussing interiors
With people who prefer team sports and the comfort of crowds
One is binary
This vs that
While in the basal company of “them”
Poetry is a solitary flight in an inner realm
Melifluous
Rebellious
Nebulous
Descending in precipitation
That strikes everyone differently
Yes it is wet
We can all agree
So let’s leave it at that
Because there is something to disagreement
Upon being mutually agreed
That is fine
Leaving no further lines to be walked, dotted, crossed or added
People are not passions and everyone is different
Yet everyone matters
Individually
My argument bone is well rested
It grows strong
Long
And rarely jumps anymore
When tapped with a hammer
Another great piece of writing brimming with truth!!
Thanks Colin 😊
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I totally agree with you! There are some things not worth arguing about.
Thanks Rosaliene
It all depends on who’s holding the hammer, how hard they hit, and what they’re aiming at. .
If someone actually did hit me with a hammer they would have a bit on Widds 😂
So clever! Pick your battles my friend. Love it Kate xx
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Maturity is a gift.
Oh love this! 🤭
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