Leon Enriquez Poet Quatrain

And When I Speak

Here I cite
Words that tease
How style writes
Poise of peace


Here I speak
Mind to mind
As style peaks
Poise in kind


Here I script
Words that touch
Hearts to skip
Just as much


Here I pen
Thoughts that spring
Voice at hand
To flip fling


Here I chance
Swirls that sum
Choice of trance
As dance comes


Here I grief
On deep pains
In sad brief
All in vain


Here I fall
As fear grips
Dark that stalls
A freak trip


Here I know
A tale mad
In lost show
Churn of bad


Here I prize
A clear play
As surprise
Moves this day




Leon Enriquez
21 September 2017
Singapore

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