Journey Into Poetry

In youth, I wrote many poems of rhyme, quatrains flowing freely on the lines. Here and there a couplet would unwind and on occasion quintains undefined. As time progressed, I tried my hand at Japanese Haiku and tanka you but mine were plain and bland. Soon enough came some monologues, they are always in my head, brandishing wild, love lustful poetry with blank verse and ballad narratives unsaid. Nowadays though, I think I may have settled in with a grandiose display of my version of free verse. But as age and loss requires and incurs elegies and eulogies and epitaphs, the worse. Still on occasion, a line plays out to idylls, some kyrielles and odes. Few limericks survive, as learned outside of school but writing feelings, love, emotion often lets me play both the lover and the fool. A pastoral or deep poetic prose may still find and shape in sonnets may reveal a deeper mind. Hidden somewhere is a multitude of Vaasokhts but not a single verse of love revealed leaving many on the sidelines unknown awaiting other compilation remaining to be shown.