‘My curse’

On occasion I’m compelled to write,
non-rhyming poetry; oh what a fight!

Every single verse is birthed in pain.
Solutions come but trouble remains.

The challenge rich, the reward thin.
Fantastic ideas often wreck the end.

It’s a mystery how poets write prose.
To hit the target you punch its nose.

While I might admire poetic verse,
I’ll reach for a rhyme. It’s my curse.

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About Bo Bandy

Just a creative soul trapped in a world of cookie-cutter pragmatism...
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