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Pretender

I’d select two words that rhyme,

And stick them at the end of two lines.

Those were my first attempts at poetry.

I’ve been hiding behind the forms,

The rhyme schemes and syllable counts,

Were mathematical challenges.

It was a bit like playing Scrabble,

The insightful glimpse into the soul,

The imagery that transports you to a different place,

The insights that stay with you long after,

Are not features of what I write.

If you find some profound meaning here,

Know that it’s your own wisdom and not what I intended.

Day twenty eight of NaPoWriMo. Today’s prompt was to write a meta poem. I wrote about me drafting poems.

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