Sanctuary
Here by the edge a mellow thought,
Spread of blank page frames a new lot.
Find words frame wit as verse scripts come,
Surge of stray bits style thoughts that sum.
Rhymes sound and shape like floral blooms,
Meaning now drapes what fancy grooms.
My senses thrill as finesse cites,
Words swirl fine feel in moving writes.
I sit and wait here on the verge,
Ebb and flow steer as lines emerge.
By now my fate is like my rhymes,
Here at the gate watch how time chimes.
Words spring to seize the moment here,
Yes I persist to channel cheer.
Rhymes within lines muster new wit,
Word strings now sign a norm that fits.
By this new arc of deeper spheres,
Watch how words spark such mindful cheer.
Round and round then the swirling daze,
Writes in odd pen sculpt blaze and craze.
Sense brief retreat from outside flings,
Word collage meets passion that springs.
Leon Enriquez
04 October 2016
Singapore
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