So I try to write poetry,
But, it never rhymes,
And it usually only barely makes sense to even me.
So I sit back,
I proof read,
Then delete, delete, delete....
Maybe it was meant to stay in my head,
And remain making sense just to me....
|
by
Rene Edde
Member since:
May 2, 2006 Contriving Prose
May 31, 2006 01:28 AM EDT
views: 4
|
rating: 10/10
(1 vote)
|
comments: 2
Please provide details below to help Gather review this content. If it is found to be inappropriate and in violation of the Gather Terms of Service, action will be taken.
You have successfully submitted a report for this post.
|
|
You might also likeMore by Rene Edde |
||||
About Gather |
Engagement Marketing |
Make New Friends |
Gather Points |
Advertise on Gather |
Gather Press |
Privacy |
Terms of Service |
Community Guidelines
Books | Celebs | Entertainment | Family | Food | Health | Moms | Money | News | Politics | Spirituality | Sports | Travel | Writing
Books | Celebs | Entertainment | Family | Food | Health | Moms | Money | News | Politics | Spirituality | Sports | Travel | Writing
Version 16865, "Oz"; Copyright © 2009 Gather Inc. All rights reserved.


Comments: 2
Salud,
Consider that concept to be percolating or waiting so it is not 'served before its time'.