Verse than Prose
written by: Rekha Rajgopal
Why do I like verse?
It comes easier than prose,
Like grass that simply grows.
Stories rarely come from my heart,
The first cut lost in spit and polish.
When is plotting spontaneous?
Only if you are a magician with a sleight of words.
Is a meandering tale ever the toast?
Not unless you are Joyce, Woolf or Proust.
I have rarely pruned a poem beyond recognition,
It’s not an aging actress in need of intervention.
Now my feelings are no longer flowing.
I am thinking more than typing.
So I will end this while my heart’s singing the last notes.
I don’t want to go to bed with a tired spirit.
Instead I want to smile and dream,
Of my words tousling your hair and tapping your nose.
I am an Instructional Designer who designs and develops training content. I love my work but feel sorry it adds to the task lists of already overworked executives. I seek to atone by writing creative, non-mandatory content.
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