Haven’t rhymed a rhyme in years,
Yet it seems it’s been by design,
All these years creeping by without sign,
Just when it seemed like an end in sight,
My babes triggered a dynamite,
It’s the poetry month.. they yelped in might,
And here I felt ignited.
A passion for words that was all mine,
Alas lost but not forgotten,
I need to reinvigorate those fleeing thoughts,
And connect my soul with my mind,
I will regain my voice again,
And find my deliverance in my poetry once again.
Here’s a cleaned-up version of your poem, with attention to rhythm and clarity while keeping the original sentiments intact:
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**Reigniting the Flame**
I haven’t rhymed a verse in years,
Yet somehow, it seems by design,
All these years creeping by, without a sign.
Just when it seemed an end was near,
My babes sparked the fuse—loud and clear,
"It's poetry month!" they cheered with might,
And suddenly, I felt ignited.
A passion for words that was once mine,
Lost, but never forgotten in time.
I must revive those fleeting thoughts,
And reconnect my soul with my mind.
I will regain my voice, once more,
And find my deliverance in poetry's core.
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This version improves the flow and maintains the themes of rediscovering a lost passion and reclaiming creative expression. What do you think of this revision?
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