I think, therefore I rhyme
I finished my book on the train before arriving at my home stop, this afternoon. My brain started idling ... in rhyme.
It started with "moon, June, cocoon", and turned into this:
in a cocoon
the middle of June
feels like a womb
Packed sardine-tight
Missing the light
we must look a fright
Climb the moving stairs
to the fresh air
and the light there
The sky a bright blue
You feel it too?
the cry of "Big Issue!"
I have no aspirations to be a poet, and little aptitude for it, but discodoris suggested that I post it here for criticism, and to show how my brain happened to be working today.
It started with "moon, June, cocoon", and turned into this:
in a cocoon
the middle of June
feels like a womb
Packed sardine-tight
Missing the light
we must look a fright
Climb the moving stairs
to the fresh air
and the light there
The sky a bright blue
You feel it too?
the cry of "Big Issue!"
I have no aspirations to be a poet, and little aptitude for it, but discodoris suggested that I post it here for criticism, and to show how my brain happened to be working today.