Leon Enriquez Poet Quatrain

Old Joy

Old eyes
Feel wow,
Now spy
Joy now.


Old ways
Can style,
Bold play
Flings smiles.


Old touch
Curls round,
Seeds much
Sweet grounds.


Old zest
Born here,
Feeds quest
My dear.


Old form
Works well,
Love norms
Fond tell.


Old moves
Sweet stay,
Wise grooves
Can stray.


Old man
Speeds peace,
Fond scan
Words ease.


Old girl
In glee,
Love swirls
Sets free.


Old times
Floats out,
New rhymes
Now shout.


Old range
Feels nice,
New change
Hot spice.


Old sighs
Slow down,
Aged highs
In clowns.




Leon Enriquez
23 May 2015
Singapore

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Skat A May 23, 2015 at 11:43 PM Sounds sweet... SKAT Leon Enriquez May 26, 2015 at 9:11 PM Dear Skat: Ageing is very trying sometimes. Thank you for the comments. Leon

Viv Wigley May 23, 2015 at 11:21 PM Lovely, wistful. Positively dances along. 'Aged highs in clowns'. Terrific write, Leon. Regards, Viv Leon Enriquez May 26, 2015 at 9:10 PM Dear Viv: Thank you very much. Leon