In my control I keep the lines,
after the initial scribble
the kneaded eraser nibbles
until I reach my own designs.
-Lynne
Tag Archives: rhyme
Four Lines
Erased graphite pencil scrawls roll
across my latest squiggle sketch
because I have to really stretch
to keep the lines in my control.
-Lynne
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Mac wonders but he ignores all
except my kneaded erasers.
Why does he yearn for the flavors
of erased graphite pencil scrawls?
-Lynne
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On my heel a good Lab ponders
delightful forbidden high-jinks,
while one ear flops inside-out pink
he ignores all but he wonders.
-Lynne
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I did not catch a winter chill
while snowflakes glittered on Mac’s back,
white scattered stars against the black
of a good Lab pondering heel.
-Lynne
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I stretch my chair bound legs and still
my screen and exercise collide,
besides I heard it’s cold outside
and I could catch a winter chill.
-Lynne
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Don’t make my back worse begs old age
and promise not to ride your bike
or drag me to that ten mile hike
until you’ve stretched our chair bound legs.
-Lynne
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Youth, when health is last and play is first
believes we’re made of stainless steel
and never worried how we’d feel,
but age begs don’t make my back worse.</-Lynne
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The Pats did drop their last ditch pass
and I was glad the Giants won,
but football is not as much fun
while play is first and health is last.
-Lynne
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Vast place, light bulbs, closed sky, hard grass
under the dome of an oil drum,
we watched Giants in Colt kingdom
force the Pats to drop their last pass.
-Lynne
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