In Rhyme

In Rhyme
Imagine we spoke in poetry, you and I.
If I left out a line, you could fill it
and the emptiness would disappear.
For now, my words are lacking wit,
but in silence, you’re all ears
yet I can’t speak in rhyme.

The cadence falls short, we’re losing time.
If I could read your face a little bit
perhaps I’d write out all my fears
and we would see the rhythm fits.
But sadly speechless, you don’t hear
the raindrops in my mind.

The images I have become these lines.
If picture perfect never quit
or I was skillful at telling tears,
what color painting would transmit
the thoughts that I hold near
and who would know it's mine?

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This is what can happen if you decide that you need a status update and come up with a couple lines of poetry. For instance, the first three lines of this poem. But I thought it would be weird to post it, so instead I wrote a poem and set my status as happily writing poetry. Hey it all works out. Hope you like it!