Of sounds, there seems a widow’s cruse
to knock around, to interfuse.
This rhyming dervish -so accused-
from Albany to Syracuse
or Monterey to Santa Cruz
across the water -if you choose-
but not so far as Betelgeuse.
I do not wish to disabuse
you of your preference -p’s and q’s-
but only that I’m circumfused
with words whose sounds are overused.
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a list of words presented themselves…and I just couldn’t stop.
Taps and Ratamacues 
I’m glad you didn’t stop. Clearly, you’ve got a way with words, but the cadence of your poetry…every piece I’ve read so far…is truly a delight to read.
“Dervish” is one of my most favorite words. Lovely work.
Thanks Jalisa for your encouragement. I’m glad you liked the poem. Dervish is a great word.