Friday's Poem the Thirteenth

 The Struggle of Not Rhyming (on Rhyme Time)

"Tis a struggle  to write verse yet not rhyme it
bringing  imaginative awareness with emotion
minus  the musical rhythm of the lines in each stroke of the pen.

The story continues...

'Tis  a struggle to leave out the lilt, the rhythmical swing and flow,
cadence of a happy line.

The tree bends and sways in the wind, birds chirp special  songs we all
enjoy and love.

Water laps the shore, whooooosh...
and we hear a rustling in the grass and bush and the symphony plays for us.

Music and rhythm  surrounds us with the cat's purr, the bees buzzing, the dog's pant
and voice as the woodpecker brings the percussion.

Oh yes...
'Tis  a struggle  to write verse yet not rhyme it, the song does not play with each line.