As a Last Resort

Wandering in and out of time

i pursue an elusive rhyme.

After failing to come up with one

i thought the whole endeavor was fun.

So i wandered into free verse

where the results were even worse.

I do like poetry which rhymes

but it’s impossible sometimes.

Then i know what i have to do;

i can write a free verse or two

and after the rhymes do come through

i just mix them up; wouldn’t you?

If you already noticed that,

keep this secret under your hat.

Walt Abbott–5-11-2010