All, like, out of practise innit?

I've been trying to get back into the swing of things poetry wise and this is the phase I seem to be in: rhyming free verse. A style I've never been particularly comfortable with. A style I'm not entirely sure exists. Whatever, it's poetry. It doesn't need to exist to do it. It's just, I have a tune in my head that you can't hear and it's maddening. It's like you're missing half the point.

I just wanted to say, bear with me. I'm trying to get the rust off the bearings here. Back when I was writing things like "A & W" I was in top form. And I want to be there again. Every syllable was calculated and every line and device was perfect. I'm not there. These feel messy. But they are free-verse so I suppose they're supposed to be.

Maybe things were always too easy for me and I have to learn to work for them. Poems always just came out fully formed. I guess it's different now. I don't know. These came out pretty formed I suppose. I'd really appreciate your thoughts on the two pieces below.

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