Writing

I like to write

But sometimes the rhymes won’t come.

In the morning sun

I have written of pretty flowers

Who know not hours

And clocks that tick the day away.

At times I write

Of midnight doors where young women knock

And pause for a while

(but never stop).

My verse makes readers smile

While others curse.

But I can not deny

That sometimes the rhymes

Just won’t come.

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K Morris – Poet