Rhythm

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Illustration: Edward Lear

I can knock up a poem
In no time at all,
If my time’s running short
And my back’s to the wall.
It isn’t a talent,
My brain is just geared
To rhyming and meter
And verging on weird.

If I’m doing the housework
Or walking the mutt,
I am thinking in rhythm
Although, there’s a ‘but’,
That isn’t to say
That the stuff’s any good,
But the rhythm and rhyme
Seems to be in my blood.

I can blame all the books
As a child I was read
When the dreams wouldn’t come
As I lay in my bed;
All the poems and Seusses
And monologues quoted
To which Mum and Grandad
Were firmly devoted.

Yet though I lay blame
I should probably be
Grateful they gave
All the poems to me.
My mind may be twisted
To rhyme while I work
But I could just consider
This flaw as a perk.

I never get bored
When I’m doing the dishes,
Or hoovering carpets,
Or cleaning the fishes…
The jobs just get done
To the rhymes in my head
When I could be frustrated
Or frazzled instead.

My mind always talks
To itself in a rhyme…
It erases boredom
And passes the time.
So thank you to poets
Like Edgar and Lear
Who lent me their rhythm
To dance in my ear.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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27 Responses to Rhythm

  1. Jennie says:

    You were writing about me, too. All day long at school, everywhere, singing and rhyming away. Wonderful, isn’t it? Of course I love this poem of yours!

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  2. noelleg44 says:

    And ‘m so glad your brain is wired that way!

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  3. marple25mary says:

    Brilliant! Love it! 🙂

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  4. Running Elk says:

    How confusing… starting with an image of a cat, then continuing…
    “…If my time’s running short
    And my back’s to the wall.
    It isn’t a talent,…”
    …one (obviously) assumed this was going to be a political piece… 😉

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  5. You’re very blessed to be wired in such a wonderful way!. xx

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  6. Clearly, you have the affliction 🙂 Fun poem, Sue.

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  7. Mary Smith says:

    Love it, Sue. I wish I could do it. I have a friend who is always being asked to write rhyming poems for people’s birthdays and special anniversaries and they just seem to trip off her tongue. I’m quite jealous of easy you make it sound.

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  8. While I am exactly the opposite 🙂 No rhythm. No rhyme. Possibly no reason, either.

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  9. adeleulnais says:

    It`s a wonderful way to work, Sue. I have not written poetry for a long time but when doing a blessing or working a spell, the rhyming come easily to me too. Let`s hear it for living a life full of rhythm.

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  10. Mick Canning says:

    Excellent, Sue. Wish I had that knack.

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