Word Magic

Ah, the words, their lovely sound
weaving, weaving round and round -
oh and ah and eh and ee
keeping pleasant company
moving through the beat of time,
magic in their lovely rhyme.
Assonance you are my friend,
binding things until the end.

Ah, the words, their lovely sound
weaving, weaving round and round -
t and r and s and p
strong sounds like an ancient tree,
your beat resounds into the night
to carry meaning to my sight.
Consonance strong and true
makes the sounds do what they do.

Ah the words, their lovely sound
weaving, weaving round and round -
rhythm, made of pause and stress,
laughing child with golden tress,
you bring the magic dance to frame
meaning in its golden game.
Ah the words, their lovely sound
weaving, weaving round and round.

Sing of love or sing of pain,
sing of laughter in the rain,
sing of hope or sing a groan,
magic's in the word's own tone -
weave a dream by candlelight,
spin a nightmare in our sight.
Ah, the words, their lovely sound
make it happen, round and round.

The Semi-Pantser Plots A Story, with Whine

How I hate you,
plot outline!
You make me groan,
you make me whine -
my fingers itch
to tell my tale,
my notebook calls but
muses flail -
they do not know
just what to do.
Plot outline,
how I hate you!

Let me meander
free and fine,
choose what to say,
line by line,
backtrack, rewrite,
wander free -
but that won't do
for you, I see.
You wrap me up
in writer's twine -
how I hate you,
plot outline!

How I hate you,
plot outline!
You make me choose,
think and design
before I know
my players' voices
as they make their way
through all those choices.
You make me groan,
you make me whine -
O how I hate you,
plot outline!