It might not rhyme at the end

It might not rhyme at the end
But it might rhyme in the middle
Like skipping rope and games of tick
And games of puzzle and riddle

It might not match at the corners
It might be too long in the hem
But it might have a pocket of utter madness
That I’ll never find again

It might get tied up in a ships knot
Or escape me like a long silver blue fish
It might start with a complaint
And then it might end with a wish

It might tumble into the ocean waves
Without order or giving a sign
It might take with it a house or a town
An epoch, an era, a time

Visually it looks like a Celtic art
Yet it sounds awkward like a cobblestone cart
It may be a dream
It may be my heart

It may be for being together
It may be for being apart

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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