A Rhyme is a Rhyme

This poem is one of those bits of writing you just seem to vomit onto paper and it kind-of works. Spur-of-the-moment poems in rhyme, for me, usually end up with the best flow and bounce as it comes fresh from whatever creative juices are within. This poem is also, in a nutshell, what I am trying to show people in this blog. Poetry and ESPEIALLY rhyme is playfull, sophisticated and alive; it should never be stiff (unless intended, in which case the 'stifness' will still flow).

A rhyme is a rhyme,
Is a timeless chime
Of a man and his dog
And the city in fog
That sings and rings
And dances with might
That laughs and cries
And alters your sight,
A rhyme is a rhyme
Is a timeless chime
Of the man who ran
And the boy who knew
Not what life was
For him or for you.

Eva Vemich