My Odd Poetic Ode

I learn to deal with charm that spills, Aware of rate that sparks new psalm, Sift form and feel to forge and fill. I sit and wait for muse to come, Listen for hint and feel to spur Voice at the gate to spill and sum. I watch light tint as tact minds blur, Sense soft heart speak in pulse and grain, Words start to mint new thought form slur. I steal a peek that stays on pain, Shift strands of lines to weave brisk rhymes, Feel knows a peak to prime bold gain. I choose a vine to spark my time, Poise spreads a tact that signs a style, Stretch line for line to form brisk chimes. I word a fact to cast a smile, Push and then pull to wear a gaze, Woo a fond act to groom verse miles. I play the fool in this mind maze, Learn to fund blooms that spread sweet scent, Seek feel that pools sound urge or craze. I now make room for clear ascent, Pen writes that zoom to firm intent. Leon Enriquez 11 Mar 2014 Singapore (Note: This is a 8-syllable rhyme pattern in Terza Rima with an internal rhyming scheme.)