Baring It All
Halfway through the grave lines
Of a flowing sonnet
A cherry verse fastened to the rhyming boughs
Of mine rhythmic apricot, muse
Each rhyme held its own beauty,
As the stormy poet within--
Seized all, began ~ writing furiously
Regarding, life, death and cantos of love…
Baring all or perhaps nothing at all
Loosing all or perhaps nothing at all…
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
