My year-long odyssey into the various styles of poetry has taught me many lessons about myself. I enjoy getting lost in the world of rhyming words. There still isn’t one style of poetry I would choose as my favorite to write in. July is the perfect month to create a selection of free verse poems. This style of poetry has no rules, which I find liberating. They don’t have to rhythm, but I suspect mine will rhythm because that is how I roll. One of the poems I plan to share during this month of free verse is Running out of Steam.
Running out of Steam
Last night I dreamed
The words to a poem,
But when I awoke
They vanished
Like vapor
Into the cool morning air.
That is so like my muse,
Word Daddy,
Is great at lighting the fuse,
Only to blow it out
Before the creativity can ignite
Into a brilliant display of glory.
He’s famous for disappearing
When I find myself
Running out of steam.
He’s tricky that way.
I tried to fire him,
But he refused to go away.
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That’s an excellent write up, yes it’s true we need to catch hold of some beautiful thoughts when they visit us n before disappearing. Once gone it’s done n hard to bring them back. You penned it soo beautifully 😍 I loved it.
Your muse may sometimes disappear, but the amount of poetry — in so many different forms and styles — you have created in the past year is truly astounding/inspiring!!!
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This is so relatable! Knowing that it happens to people as prolific as you is very comforting. Great poem, as always! 😀