THE PROMISED LAND
My gaze lingered, met by a nod of approval
So, here short words are legal.
At last, my heart finds shelter, an open space
Where emotions can find their place.
With a wink, I see a creature so dear
Lovely as morning dew, fresh and clear.
It wears a smile, soft as May’s bloom
That must be a sonnet.
Further ahead, another form I see
A tangled figure, lost in mystery.
Like a teacher lost in thought
A villanelle trapped in a line there is no rhyme.
Is this the promised land I stand upon?
Where words play emotions like gods at dawn
Shaping worlds with the turn of a hand
As poetry rises from this sacred land.
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