Debra Squyres Poet Ottava rima

Through the Mist of Words

The eye wanders, warily, unfocused
Troubadours, lost, seeking poetic pen
Magical wand finding no hocus pocus
Minstrel, languishing, no verses to lend
Barbs squandered, set aside as precocious
Tragic? …No common, now take a new spin 
Through the mist of appreciated rhymes
Poetic stanzas now dare to cross lines
 
© Debra Squyres ( 8-20-14)


Written for:  Nette’s “Through the Mist” members contest
Using the form “ottava rima” for the first time.

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Robert Johnson December 23, 2014 at 9:49 AM When nothing comes to mind. And all that you can find. Is spilling ink of what you think. Communing with mankind. We take a trip into unknown. In hopes we find that we have grown. Into a realm worth a rewriting. Of love expressing our requiting. Merry Christmas Debra. Wishing you God's peace in the coming year. Peace. :)

Liam Mcdaid October 31, 2014 at 4:25 AM very beautifully penned piece debra

Carol Eastman August 22, 2014 at 11:38 AM WOW. You did it... When I looked at this contest I couldn't imagine how to write some thing for it... Your gifts really show here.

Robert Johnson August 21, 2014 at 2:21 PM The essence of poetic prose, to not know where the meaning goes. A vanquished thought beyond recall. Sometimes protects you from a fall. Epitomizing at it's best. Please understand it's not in jest. Peace. :)

Jan Allison August 20, 2014 at 1:44 PM love this unique take on the theme Debra:-) good luck in the contest:-) Hugs jan xxx