From the Logarhyme "poetic forms practice" thread in Karnak Crossing
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ControlThe time has come, it's true, I'll need
to take control, and then proceed
to write a post
that fits the bill and pleases me.
It takes some thought, but soon I see
past writer's ghost
(which tortures me). I strive to reach
coherent rhymes, and not beseech
the ones who ask
for clarity. Apologize?
I've tried and then technologized
the bloody task.
It seems in this chaotic world
where change is slow: my muse was hurled
without a net--
mind's eye quicksand. Soon comes reprieve:
I break the trap, grin and retrieve
game, match and set.
Copyright © Lorraine M Kanter 27 July 2013