deepundergroundpoetry.com

Image for the poem Steaming Pile

Steaming Pile

I try to loosen up
Dispense with all the rigors
The rhyme and syllable count are scarce
Embellishment in service to content

My Muse strokes me on the back
Almost quelling the stricture and structure
I ache for my former form
And try my best to let it go

But when she rewards me with a kiss
I relapse to my former style
I now write in a state of bliss
Even if it's a steaming pile.
Written by crowfly
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 5 reading list entries 1
comments 12 reads 506
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
WORKSHOP
Today 3:00am by APetalFallen
WORKSHOP
Today 2:54am by Trillium
COMPETITIONS
Today 2:28am by Styxian
SPEAKEASY
Today 1:51am by APetalFallen
SPEAKEASY
Today 1:29am by APetalFallen
COMPETITIONS
Today 1:05am by admin