A writer thinks about writing and writes
Sometimes a writer, she writes in her tights
Sometimes she wears nothing at all
sometimes she writes relaxed in the hall
A writer thinks about writing and writes
about news, events and all peoples' rights
With over six billion people living on Earth
I'll think of the words that rhyme with girth
A writer thinks about writing and writes
The wind blows through the long winter nights
Your arms around me, what can we do?
Remember your name and write about You
I wrote a comment and for some reason it launched itself into the ether.
ReplyDeleteI'm in awe of this. It has a galloping rhythm that seems so effortless but I know is next to impossible to achieve. I've tried to write rhyming poetry and can't. Brava!
Have you thought of writing song lyrics?
This was excellent and SO true! Thanks, enjoyed reading the poem.
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