The Creative Post of the Week

If Ever I should Learn

If Ever I should learn

How to braid my hair

Then stories wouldn’t wear on weaving

In and out and over and under

For I would know without blunder

The intricacies of human wonder

If Ever I should learn

How to paint my nails

I could illustrate a mountain range

On the tips of my hands

And lock distant lands

Away from Time’s quickly churning sands

If Ever I should learn

How to clean my room

The treasures from childhood would be exhumed

With a fresh new view

On the simplest of truths

Renewed

If Ever I should learn

How to wear my skin

I’m sure even the butterflies would learn a thing 

or two from me 

on how to be free 

In a World that doesn't truly see

-Me


So this poem is a bit rough. It's definitely free-verse, but I do like to through rhyme in there to give it some structure. The key to reading any piece of poetry (and it can be argued, any piece of writing) is to read it out loud. But not out loud as you see it. I wrote it this way so that anyone can see the scheme I set up. But when you read it out loud, you need to read it like you're speaking it. This gives a poem life, and allows the reader to find the flow of the piece.

Not that this poem has a lot of flow. It was quickly written. But it was a lot of fun to think a bit more abstractly than usual.