I think that you have heard me say

Rhyming ‘ee’ was not child’s play

So, chose I another array

Words sorted in a different way

In hopes that I can save the day

And yet make rhyme reluctant stay

An eloquence with no delay

A beautiful verbal bouquet

Tried wordsmithing put on display

That singular rhyme can portray

The beauty of a seaside cay

Or the mundane of the everyday

But I have shown naivete

Monster of verse I cannot slay

Around me words start to decay

As lines fall into macramé

Becoming a bit cabaret

As puzzled as just yesterday

I watch as beauty falls away

A concept showing well-worn fray

No needing to take a survey

Verse has fallen like a souffle

This curse for which you did not pray

Leaving us both with great dismay



11 Responses to “Allay”
  1. meenawalia says:

    Word bouquet…absolute delight reading your poems Brad.

  2. jupitergrant says:

    Brilliant 👏👏👏

  3. Jim Borden says:

    well done, once again. I always like finding the unusual words you use, in this case, I’d have to say it’s macramé and souffle!

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