Form: Fragmented Rhyme – created by Constance La France.
I came to a meadow dressed in flowers waving sprightly in the morning dawning. Yellow buttercups, white Queen Anne’s towers, purple asters, and red paintbrush spawning – a showy resemblance to Jacob’s coat. Unmoving, I watched the butterflies float across them searching for the perfect throat. Black-eyed Susan blinked her all-seeing eye. In awe, I released a prodigious sigh, felt a cumulative one-with-God nigh. Humbled by divine display of powers, I found myself in opulent fawning, my perfect day ending on a high note. My exuberant spirit flying high!
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