On the Wings of an Ostrich
I want to be a poet
but have no skill for rhyme
somehow I mess it up
every single way
It looks to be so easy
ends should sound the same
but I always seem to lose
when I play this match
Why it is so hard
I do not understand
my teacher sees me struggle
and tries to lend a thought
Then she tells me something
that's really quite absurd
the greatest of the poets
don’t rhyme every single name
The words can flow freely
from the simple to the regal
I, too, can be a poet
on the wings of an ostrich
but have no skill for rhyme
somehow I mess it up
every single way
It looks to be so easy
ends should sound the same
but I always seem to lose
when I play this match
Why it is so hard
I do not understand
my teacher sees me struggle
and tries to lend a thought
Then she tells me something
that's really quite absurd
the greatest of the poets
don’t rhyme every single name
The words can flow freely
from the simple to the regal
I, too, can be a poet
on the wings of an ostrich
This poem is copyright (©) Jessica Russo 2024
About the Writer
Jessica Russo
Jessica lives in Kentucky (United States) where she is a wife, mother, and elementary school teacher. Her work has been featured in anthologies for Wild Ink Publishing and Hey Hey Books. She enjoys Halloween, rainy days, and living in the woods. Her dream is to someday publish a picture book.