Poetry
Word symbols show
How fate curls time,
Verse lines etch flow
In music chimes.
Thought once conscious
Shape and take form,
Feel hurls anxious
A touching norm.
Free verse or rhyme
Can confront truth,
Moments in mime
Can usher proof.
Poetry springs forth
As unease plays,
Seek to go north
Where pain funds say.
Look deeper yet
As feelings spawn,
Hedge your clear bets
On a fine dawn.
Word patterns curl
In feisty sweep,
Writes that thought hurls
Can arrive deep.
There is a place
Beyond word trips,
A certain face
That gains fond grip.
Rhymes in sure times
Of happy surge,
Chimes caress mimes
As in swift merge.
Leon Enriquez
05 September 2018
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2018
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