Playing with words..

playing with words, I write
past witching hour tonight
with the bright moonlight;
rules come, give me a fright,
no muse, yet another plight,
I give in, turn off the lights;
muse has no time that’s right,
a sudden thought set alight,
an idea now burning bright,
so with rules I must fight;
so back comes the lights,
and till morning’s first light,
with the bright moonlight,
playing with words, I write.

Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 20, Playing with words).
A monorhyme poetry version of my earlier free-verse, Writing Hour.

(’12, Oct 20)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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