i’ve taken a sabbatical
from matters ungrammatical
and within reach
the parts of speech
no longer seem so radical
from adjectival servitude
i live in utter certitude
this is because
each pause and clause
comes within a certain attitude
the rhythm of each syllable
provides a ground so tillable
i dig it all
both big and small
each word so good
it’s billable
I love this poem. It describes exactly how I felt writing a poem just last night. The poem doesn’t work if I follow grammar rules and yet, it has to be in English or it doesn’t work. Ten point five million versions later, I’m still unsure. x
It’s often the ten point sixth million version that gets it.
Don’t encourage me. I’ll do it.