124 – Ode Ear

Poem number 124
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Ode Ear
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Some days it comes easy
Some days it comes hard
Poetry’s a fickle beast
It’s hard to be a bard.
It’s tricky trying to find a rhyme
Like nailing blood to rock
Some days you can’t dig out the words
To tunnel through your block
Sometimes I’m sorely tempted
Just to sketch or paint instead
It’s a pity that I’m colour blind
And only see in red.

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