Words . . . written in brilliant lines
In passionate flamboyant rhymes
In Free verse, Haiku or Pantoum,
Etheree, Quatern, or 7/5 Trochee . . .
It matters not the particular form,
But inherent quality, don’t you agree?
Long lines, short lines . . . no lines,
Sometimes a pregnant pause . . .
Unveils how less is more in lambent wit.
Lines that capture ones attention,
Honey mellowed, juicy jell-Oed or
Painfully passionate . . . take your pick!
Lines with utter depth and nuance,
Lines we want to keep near bed.
Keep that blue blood flowing, sowing
Seeds of thoughts through
Your frazzled, dazzled brain.
Just one more poem ‘fore I retire . . .
One more line so I can sleep.
*For "Line" Contest Sponsored by: Paula Swanson