Rubberband rhymes

The ancient eavesdropper

A feeling
of a feeling —
a sense
sensed —
a taste
touched.

Poets with
their contortionist
tongues —
twisting words
to fit any
verse —
snapping
rubberband
rhymes —
on the corners
of our mind.

In the
unwritten
words
& unheard
silence —
I will be my
unbecoming.

Thoughts
weigh heavy
on my brain —
feelings resist
change —
I am a slave
to pleasure
& pain —
a sense of
what remains.

A poet’s wish —
to be inspired
by everything
& nothing —
just sit & stare
& go nowhere
but here in
this moment.

Uncover
the vastness
of your mind —
look deep inside —
and tap into your
potential.

Listening to
my muse —
lost in the
thought
of thoughts —
I feel my
heart beating
twice.

The pupil
of my mind’s
eye —
a coffee
bean
black as
night —
growing
in size.

On…

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About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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8 Responses to Rubberband rhymes

  1. This is well written—a sort of musing over the muse—with many interesting little scenes built in to give it shape and structure, and it makes me consider what I am trying to do with my own efforts at poetry.

  2. Excellent words!! I enjoyed reading your poem.

  3. beingkodyson says:

    Beautiful flow, let the dam down

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