by W. Diane Van Zwol

Created on: April 20, 2009

What Do I Do When My Words Just Don't Rhyme?

What do I do when my words just don't rhyme?
Take them and break them, or toss them in time.
Hammer them into some place in a box?
Don't fret about any time, place or locks.

Play with the words and just let them flow free;
Sift them about, until somewhere you see
A poem that composes itself some way,
Opens the world; states what you want to say.

Rhyme has its own way of falling in place.
It can disappear, without any trace.
Sometimes it comes back; sometimes it does not.
Oft' in between lines, the rhyme can get caught.

Sometimes there's a word and it just won't fit
It cannot be placed; it's lost like a mitt.
What triggers the mind, in total recall,
Can be the alphabet, one letter, all?

To find the right word, the one that you need,
Just try another, like planting good seed.
A rhyme with the right word, like a fresh brook,
Soon tumbles freely, oft' into a book.

Writing good poetry, penning new rhyme,
Can be perfected, with music, in time.
Singing your poetry, just as you write,
Can be a burden, or new found delight.

Working your way through one line at a time,
Juggling your words, can help improve your rhyme.
Loving your work and the art it displays,
Oft' is a fun way to spend all your days.

Training your mind, so you rhyme as you go,
Helps to release any rhyme that might flow.
What do I do, if a work I can't fix?
Poets will always have a bag of tricks.

Skills of a poet will ever increase,
When poets are challenged, to fresh release.
Rhyming is fun, but it also is work,
Something a poet should not try to shirk.

Rhyming and laughter, do make a good pair,
Something that poets will oft' seek to share.
Playing with rhyme, as the work of one's life,
Can relieve tension and break up the strife.

Simply composing, while one's mind flows free,
The easiest way for new rhyme to see.
Just writing poetry, when one's inspired
Works so much better, than when one is tired.

Rhythm and rhyme always walk hand in hand;
One, leads the other, with rhyme in command.
So spend your time, poet, rhyming away,
Enjoy the work, till the end of your day.

Poets will always, yes, ever spend time
Writing new poetry, penning new rhyme.
Deep in the soul of the poet is found,
Rhyme with new words that will ever resound.

Capturing poetry, poetry's play,
The work of a poet, who states in his way,
Something so fresh and so pure that it speaks,
As into new rhythm and rhyme, it soon peeks.

Wait for the rhythm and rhyme to appear.
If it's pre-destined, there's nothing to fear.
Soon it will flow and it never will end.
As fast as you pen it, there's more to be penned.

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