Scoop
Night falls hard,
Odd feel knows;
Touch old bard,
Sense rhymes show.
Scoop each lot,
Thoughts that seep;
In odd plot,
Ere words peep.
Trace touch tease,
To pique choice;
Can pain ease?
Sketch new voice.
Sense bare trace,
In the flash;
Turn to face,
Lines that crash.
Loop tight scoop,
Warm and cold;
Words like troops,
Cause once told.
Feel each thought,
Ooze oomph sad;
Touch now spots,
Crisp floats fad.
Craft verse lines,
Feel strange chase;
Odd lot grinds,
To blame race.
Leon Enriquez
10 August 2018
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2018
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