But the Idea Gets Across
Rythme, ryhmn, broken time,
I write as rough as the edge of a dime.
Thoughts, themes, ideas, schemes,
I've got plenty of them, in my dreams....
Smoothness? Yes, sir!
I will try,
But like the dime,
That's rough on edge,
My works pass on in time,
And they act as though a wedge.
Place them in their right spots,
And watch them open your thoughts.
Read them when… Continue
Posted on September 27, 2009 at 12:10am