A Little Dribble Of Poetry
Rhyme has a way of slipping out of me whenever it pleases, and it does so often. Sometimes a little bit of it tumbles out right in the middle of a regular conversation, with no warning. I never plan for it. For me, that small habit works like a way to loosen up and settle down.
Yes, it can sound a bit foolish. I don't fight it. I let the words wander where they want, silly or not. Wherever I happen to be, even when I'm moving at a crawl, the rhymes keep pace with me. I can feel them trailing along.
The sound of a thing matters to me, and that holds true even when there's nobody nearby to hear it. So I carry on, playing with how words land, letting them ring however they will.