Wood in knots
Would it not?
Words
I’m tired of wasting
By the bayou
Bored and bumbling
Saline waft
I’m tasting
Foot steps heavy
In the mud
Down the shoreline
Trudging
For in judgment
I’ve been walking
Where to?
There’s
No judging
To share is human:
Beautifully rhythmic. Your words run together like a bubbling, babbling brook.
I like the way this rolls off my tongue!
Rhythmic and Rhyming! 🔮