Heart Rates and Pocket Watches

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – InForm Poets:  Internal Rhyme

“Some of us were (are) stuck inside for a period of time. We have become internal. So why not play with internal rhyme. Sure, it’s not actually a “form” but it gets us out of the confines of a rigid form (we’ve had enough of that). Play with your words today and let loose. We could sure use it!

Subject matter: does not matter.”

I do believe I am
quite late, said
the rabbit listening
to his rate of internal
time, whose pocket watch
does not remind him
of appointments for
tea parties, where
niceties are generally
done away with, you see.
Although he would far
rather be at a mad tea
than summoned by the insane
Red Queen of Hearts.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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