I coddle these Broken Verbs <br />hold them to light <br />to see if they will move me <br />beyond this adjectival, noun less state. <br /> <br />I am all Metaphor and Simile <br />swimming in Transitivity; <br />in my Pluperfectness. <br /> <br />My Gerunds <br />and Participles dangle <br />my Clauses fragment; <br />when I speak <br />I know only Dark Words <br />and Raven Poems. <br /> <br />Today I am tense; <br />less. <br />My Grammar is broken <br />my etiology's vague <br />and my words <br />have different and even <br />contradictory meanings. <br /> <br />I am reading the dictionary- <br />definition of Happiness; <br />it is confusing; <br />and depressing. <br />Look it up you will see. <br /> <br />So here now <br />I construct <br />Ist person sentences <br />to be <br />a step beyond <br />what Grammar I am today. <br /> <br />And each time I get <br />to the very last Clause <br />and the Period end <br />of the day. <br />Relieved.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-verbs-and-writers-block/
