Rheumatism in My Rhythm

My spondees aren’t responding,
My trochees have locked their doors,
I have “I am nots” instead of iambs
And pterodactyls by the score.

My meter’s off and running wild,
My feet are growing worse,
I’ve got rheumatism in my rhythm
And perverse instead of verse!


Peace to your !

11 Comments

  1. lifelessons says:

    Ha.. Love it. Those pterodactyls are out of date, y’know.

  2. I wish I had written this, Stephanie!

    ~David

    1. Glad you like it, David. It’s from 2015, when my muse was working overtime on poems about poetry.

      1. I love poems in that theme <3

  3. that’s a hoot!!! Love the humor here, thank you, great way to ease into the day, blessings to you & your creative flow… 💜💜

    1. So happy you like it, Krissy! And thank you for the blessings. Much needed and appreciated!

  4. murisopsis says:

    I’m grinning from ear to ear!! I think this is very clever and so very enjoyable to read!!

    1. No rheumatism in the actual rhythm, I realize, but who cares? I like the poem very much myself!

  5. It’s fluent, terse and clever. Real good poem.

    1. Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it!

Leave a Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s