The Poet's Lonely Waltz
Under cracked ceilings and calloused hands
My pen does a waltz to invisible bands
A clever allegro and ink covers white
A lithe ballerina on premiere night
The bare floor is spattered
With the pattering feet
Of my words wooing rhythm
'til the page is complete
Watch this step, read this twirl!
And with a tip of my pen
A new line is born in verse...
And again!
Copyright © Andrew Holt | Year Posted 2016
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