Wordsong

 

 (Picture Credit - The Spruce com)

Wordsong, wordsong,

Lovely as birdsong.

Could be a Pop Song,

But never a Swansong.

 

Could be a rap,

And all that rubbish.

For Rap is easy,

Lemon squeezy.

But rap has beat

And words that repeat.

Rap has rhyme

Nearly every time.

Rap even has metre –

Who can beat her?

 

Yet wordsong is melodious too,

Giving us a worldly view.

Poems of love and dedication

Even human emancipation.

Whoops I’m slipping back -

Back into that addictive rap.

 

You must remember to read out loud –

Silver lining on every cloud.

Poetic landscapes catch our gaze,

Brightening up our mundane days.

 

The river of life keeps flowing on,

Iambic metre our beating heart.

Read it like you’re singing a song,

Write it whether or not it’s Art.

 

So play those words

So full of feeling

Just like the birds

And so appealing.

 

Paul Butters

 

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