A Late Night Attempt at a Chiropractic Poem

The daughter of my chiropractors at Beacom Family Chiropractic is holding a poetry contest. I've been intending to do it, I just haven't gotten around to it. Now, I'm doing it.

Over the last 30 minutes here's what I've come up with.

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Ancient communication highways,
ever-changing lanes of transportation,
rivers and their byways.

Delivering messages for friends and family,
messages of things gone wrong,
and others received happily.

Levels higher, now lower,
the banks and edges changing shape,
messages sent faster, now slower.

The fates of businesses and battles depend on,
the words floating along a flowing path,
destiny determined by communication.

Many things can go wrong,
the bank falls in, the water lowers, the river changes its path,
fixed neither by hope nor song.

The way must be cleared,
alignment is the key,
open the way that can be steered.

Now make a change, think fast not slow,
the river is within you,
the path of communication head to toe.

Nerves send the messages,
notes of happiness or woe,
defined and refined across the ages.

Let it flow from the spine,
from you to the world,
take this as a sign.

The fount of creation is in your head,
hold not back, and
remember here what I've said.

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I think it's a decent idea to relate the carrying of messages along rivers to the idea of nerve impulses traveling through the nervous system. How did the style turn out? Meh. I didn't use meter. I rhymed the first and last line of each three-line stanza. I made that up based on the first stanza I wrote with no style plan at all, just the idea of talking about rivers as a metaphor.

There it is.

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