Rote:

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Rote:

Rote:  a habit learned without full comprehension

Habits are had to break, come easy with lies ~ 
half truths most of the time

By rote: example of doing things by rote:  Every morning he kisses me,

then walks out the door and doesn't miss me

One more sample of - by rote:  She rhymes with nothing in mind
(a lie)

He knows it ~ she’s a poet

Rote:  mechanical routine

Like putting pencil to paper,

scribbling verses without intention

Another lie ~ need I mention?

Rote: a lyre - lute, harp (in part)

The earliest definition (Greek) of rote:  lyrist ~ a lyrical poet

That's me,

I play words in repetition without contrition

I string along broken guitars and hearts

I’ve been told I take things too far            

That’s true for me, and for you (in part)

Rote: the sound of surf breaking the shore

(My favorite definition)

Inscriptions written in sand

on a hand full of poetry unsaved,

crushed by waves

Poets like foam rush back to sea for more

Nothing stays the same ~ you nor I 
or lover’s games

I must explain ~ I wrote love notes

a habit hard to break by rote

Surfing tides with nowhere left to hide inside,

this is my final poem

No more kisses, no more rhymes ~

I’m going home

Goodbye

(another lie)

 
LDN ~ written, and smitten by *Rote