This is the way I was born, an artist, a writer
I love it, even though I've never been published
Short stories, erotica and my favorite – poetry,
villanelles, haiku, the ode and sestina.
To play with words, I'm addicted, a junkie
the meter, the verse, the form and the rhyme.
Nothing beats hours spent working on the rhyme
compiling the words in my life as a writer
my daily fix, writing draws me like a junkie
To write my best, to become published.
The meter of nonsense, the lovely sestina,
an art of design this form of poetry.
Short stories and novels have nothing on poetry.
To become the pleasant beat of the rhyme
and the metered syllable. The sestina
beckons me to paper and pen as a writer
who longs to be published.
For word play and iambic feet I'm a junkie.
It's a sickness this passion, a junkie
to forms, some obscure but poetry
none-the-less. The deep need, the lust to be published
Books and reference to help me rhyme
are a need for any great writer
But the oddity and fun of the crazy sestina
can be found here, among the sestina
files of this wigged out word junkie.
It's a passion, this life as a writer
delving into my life to pen poetry.
Rewrite and move the words so they rhyme
and get edited to get it all published.
A major accomplishment; to have published
an entire book of the mixed up sestina.
It will all make sense even without rhyme.
For this manic author, this junkie
I keep penning and hoping this poetry
will define me as an outstanding writer.
Oh to be published, a high for this junkie,]
to relinquish the need for sestinas and poetry
I'll keep up with the rhyming and be a great writer.
