At times I've let my feelings glide
along their ink-stained, scrawling ride.
I've told them they can wander free,
take random jaunts of mystery;

exchange their logic for a mode
that makes reality implode;
discard the rhythms sketched by time,
ignore the muse of lilting rhyme;

explore the depths with vagrant jots
or paint the sky in free-verse thoughts.
But age and rote control my pen -
I can't escape this R and M!

© 2001 Laryalee Fraser

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