Perhaps I Can Change
Have I overly rhapsodized lately
On Mother Nature’s displays?
I’ve become rather forgetful
With the passing of so many days
Have I bored you lately
With labored, descriptive words
Droned on incessantly
of iridescent hummingbirds?
Of Spring fields of sunflowers
Of the morn’s nascent glow
Of the dragonfly’s rustle
Of the stream’s tinkling flow?
I do ramble on too much
But I love description so
So perhaps I’ll not describe so much
Tho’ tis the only way I know
So you’ll hear much less of stardust…
Less of butterflies and angel wings
Of icy glaze…of snowy crust
Or the way the Zephyr sings
At least I’ll try, to keep it dry
If I fail… I’ll try again
Though God knows…descriptive prose
Has always been my friend
Perhaps I’ll also try to address
Another problem of mine
And that’s my annoying addiction
To my profuse, use of rhyme
There’s another frequent fault I foolishly fall for
That’s the equivalent of mental masturbation
And that’s my inappropriate, incomprehensible,
Overly insane….unabashed, use of alliteration
poem by David Whalen
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