- By Colleen Ryan
- Around Town
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Finally realized I can’t write it.
The structured lines were dead to my paper.
I could not write about love, hate or wit.
Emotions don’t fit in fourteen line poems.
Emotions don’t fit into rhyming schemes.
It’s hard to pull out words like a Pock’t comb
Or meet expectations of Shakespeare’s themes.
Emotions don’t fit into rhyming schemes.
It’s hard to pull out words like a Pock’t comb
Or meet expectations of Shakespeare’s themes.
Lost in translation from heart to mind and
Pen to ink. Wry way to state true feeling.
Emotions are heartbeats, syllables bland.
Without heart, words become unappealing.
Pen to ink. Wry way to state true feeling.
Emotions are heartbeats, syllables bland.
Without heart, words become unappealing.
Words are composed of what my heart feels most
Restriction barely allows me to come close.
Restriction barely allows me to come close.
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