Thought

This poem was in response to a request to write something in the "Pleiades" form. For this, it doesn't have to rhyme, and the syllable count isn't restrictive. The only rules are:

• It should have seven lines.
• Each line starts with the same letter.

You may have gathered from my previous posts that I like my poetry to rhyme and have some semblance of rhythm. So...

 Thought

There are some days you wonder what
the right course is and what is not;
that feeling that you have to prove
the things that you hold true: whilst you've
the facts to hand, you're pressed to move.
Then all at once you know they've got
the brains of slugs - so sod the lot.