Alliteration is always an attempt to address
the many maddening molehills my meandering mind meets
I try till I'm tired and terribly tormented
but I'm no Shakespeare or Wordsworth or Keats!
Fear of failing to fashion fine verse
Inhibits ideas imbalanced, immature.
"Priya and perfect poetry? Please!"
- a voice in my head, unhelpful, insecure.
Doodle or die, I determinedly decide
Sense and symmetry can surely be seived
from the folds of my feelings, fraught with fragility...
Tougher tasks I have, with more success, achieved!
So I sit and scribble in studious silence
putting planks of poetry into place,
building bridges between the bees in my bonnet
and the (saner) rest of the human race.
:) :)
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