Drunken syllables dance before me
Drunken syllables weave
Drunken syllables, they prance disorderly
Drunken... they deceive
You may think a poem’s fragile
You may think it sweet
You may think a meter docile
Syllables... in their seats
But when a line refuses,
is hostile
That’s when rhythm
...retreats
Drunken syllables march disobediently
Drunken... two left feet
You may think a word is just a word
Letters threaded neat
But beneath a word’s ink-glossed coat
Syllables you will meet
Nameless sounds, linked Stickle Bricks
Guttural croaks...
”incompletes”
...discrete
Drunken syllables dance before me
Drunken syllables weave
Drunken syllables, they prance disorderly
Drunken... they deceive
As a Poet it can be a battle
To make the verses flow
Trying to rhyme and not just prattle
Making words chime... just so
As syllables are tricky
characters
Hard to tackle
...control
Drunken syllables, they jeer heedlessly
Drunken syllables take their toll
As they will not stand identical
Will not stand up tall
They won’t line up symmetrical
They won’t conform at all
Trip higgledy piggledy,
dropping feet
Drunk syllables
...fall
Drunken syllables dance before me
Drunken syllables weave
Drunken syllables, the bane of poetry
Drunken... their mischief
© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry
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