O Poetry
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Valerie Dohren
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O poetry, you fickle thing
You bring both joy and suffering
And some may say I am obsessed -
You give me neither peace nor rest
Each verse that in my mind is born
If not quite right leaves me forlorn
And so to ponder through the night
If all the lines are ‘loose' or ‘tight'
And will the meaning full connect
A challenge to my intellect
If not, then in the light of day
Adverse critique shall come my way
And furthermore each line should be
Designed to work in harmony
With words selected as to rhyme
Along with rhythm beating time
O poetry, you steal my mind
To heed your call I am resigned
Within your world obliged to dwell
And spend my time bound by your spell
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