Gliding sidelong
across
the
page
This wannabe poet
with rhymes in her head
Struggling to grasp
the neo-poet’s view
Obliquely stating
what new light is shed

Veering
past
bull’s eye
rhetoric
Rose-colored
glasses
and singsongy
verse
Profundity protruding,
comprehension eluding;
Perplexed and bemused
is this true rhymer’s curse.

©Cassandra Crews