Writing a children's book of rhymes has had a negative effect on my normal poetry writing. I used to write "free verse" but now I can't write without paying attention to rhyme and meter. Cursed children's rhymes!! So I've put down and stepped away from the book for a while, but still the side effects linger. I miss free verse. Please come back! Let me try one real quick:
what once the sun has shown upon
is now a wretched being recoiling from the light
withered and rusted by time
it sits and waits
sits and waits
for what it doesn't know
for time, for death, for some escape
for reconciliation with the past perhaps
for the devil to pay his call
so it may pay its dues ~
Okay, I don't know what the hell that was about, it wasn't even a poem but I don't care - it didn't rhyme, thank God in heaven!
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