| The Rhyme of Qualm is … Oh trust me l do so often wonder, If l am at all able To write at length without blunder, Or would that be insurmountable? Such a long word to use and to sit, At the end of a line, Don’t you think, to commit, Or is it fine, just fine? I am often or is it oft, Pondering on the suchness, When words are lost or is it tossed, To one side for progress? For poetry and verse, It’s frighteningly bizarre, … and makes me nervous… and open to swear not prayer, Yes swear, l assure you, l jest You Not! Nay that you take this with any zest, For l simply cannot… Abide those who seemingly think, …. That words are conjured from within, Without so much as a blink, And not realise the good fortune spin, Of a healthy mind when at creative play! Language considered Greek Mozambique… Oh ho ho, that’ll be the day… l say! The reality is mastered word smithery and chic! You’ll not be the death, Of this nonsense l assure you, I have no qualms at all, nor lack of breath, But before l die l will see it through! ….. calm! © Rory Matier 2019 |
Ah! Wonderful play! 😊
Hey Suzanne, many thanks 🙂
My pleasure, it’s grand 😊
Thank you, a bit of Nonsensical Sunday Madness alternatively Wordsmithery Sanity 🙂
I like that, Wordsmithery Sanity 😊
Yes, it has a ring to it doesn’t it – it just rolls off the tongue 🙂
Yes indeedy it does 😊
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Oh Bravo, splendidly done. 🙂
Ha ha, many thanks 🙂
Nice poem Rory. 😀
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This bloke called Rory knows his stuff.
Yap he das.
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I would say that you are definitely able to write 🙂 Very nice Rory!