I do, I have a problem
A problem I do dread
I seem to get in overload
Loadover in my head
I just begin a line of verse
And into this one start...
(The girl stood on the burning deck
She did look like a tart -
(work in progress)
You see my jolly problem, I'm
An overloaded cart
Oh overload oh overload
What will become of me ?
Will I be relegated to
The grave of poetry?
(Don Matthews Poet in Training July 2017)
Going off on a tangent, more like. But...
Never fear, we are here, to line up and excuse
The chance that you may look askance
And risk blowing your fuse!
Thankyou for thinking I won't suffer graveyard relegation. Keep telling my mind to slow down but it won't listen
I doubt that you will face relegation Matthew. I think all of us suffer with this condition at some point in our lives. I am constantly reading shop fitters as shop lifters for some unaccountable reason.
Nice one
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Don Matthews
Sun 27th May 2018 16:56
Oh I do this like
This rhymic banter-gay
Between two intellectuals
10,000 miles away
Off-rhyme. Going round the site before joining I felt I could feel safe in your community. You will be aware I'm bipolar - intense emotions, intense drive. I also have different/offbeat/unconventional ideas. A safe environment like WOL is vital if I am to to survive and grow.
To avoid blowing a fuse I pull out weeds and listen to headphone-blues ?