Good morning friends!
Since it’s the weekend, I can get a bit fancier with my poetry. I decided to try an echo poem, found in my collection of poetry forms (started last April). While writing, I used near rhymes, similar sounding words and rhymes to create this poem.
Patience is not a roll of dice;
Race and you’ll miss the sights
Eager for social praise;
Another is faster to steal the prize
In my head sounds a “clunk;”
Clorox wipe away thought-junk
Patience grows from breath
I move towards grace
Photo Courtesy of Shane Clements