Today I woke up and found
My nightdress was on inside out
Like optical illusions where
the rooms ceiling is on the ground
How much of my life is illusion
Which I created by mistake
How quickly cn I undo that
And remove all that's odd or fake
But nobody would ever know
If I had the sense not to tell
Not lying but constantly trying
To show my best and do things well
Will everybody think I'm mad?
Check poetry to learn my secret?
Oops. Poems can reveal the truth -
Mistakes make poems! I can teach it.
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Tip on editing your poetry
I usually write poetry in lines of eight syllables. I automatically write couplet. Where possible I change the rhyming scheme from ending aabb to abab. Often that is easily done with cut and past of the lines. It turns the exaggerated predictability of doggerel into the surprising creativity of poetry.
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