Thursday, March 7, 2019

Exercise



I’m nowhere near where I wanted to be
I get closer each time I try
I shrug my shoulders, flex my neck
pulse pathways taking blood to my brain

not limerick ready
not quick silver smart
not able to rhyme on a dime
but necklaces of iambs dactyls trochaics
long sentences
shorter
even pardons
or two
I can take all from my mine




copyright (C) Dick Russell
               2019

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