Voice
I pen my writes
With easy breeze,
I craft fond cites
With gentle squeeze.
Words come to mind
In dash of urge,
Rhymes surge in kind
As lines emerge.
In a swift flow
Of sensuous feel,
Watch verse now show
A sparkling thrill.
A fragrant light
Now shows the way,
An inner sight
Finds words to say.
I do not know
How verse thoughts come,
I wait for flow
To sketch word sums.
Rhymes in quick stream
Now call to me,
In poignant dream
Wordplay can be.
I do not write
The way you think,
I simply cite
Rhyme plots that link.
Leon Enriquez
14 August 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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