CayCay Godwin Poet Quatern

WORDS

Words tingle when held in my hand.
Alphabet playing makes me high.
The why I do not understand
but feel with words, I might touch sky.

Fisted letters sharpen my sight.
Words tingle when held in my hand.
I feel dark’s mark, the joy in light
and know simple living is grand.

Poetry forms give depth to bland.
Ardent ink excites with each flow.
Words tingle when held in my hand.
My depths do imagery bestow.

Prose, free verse and rhyme words align
when heartfelt words touchingly land
an emotive wrapped, zinging line.
Words tingle when held in my hand.

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Joseph May November 11, 2025 at 2:22 PM Very nicely done CayCay, Congrats on your win in my contest

Terry Miller November 11, 2025 at 7:53 AM I relate to this CayCay, it is just how I feel, congratulations

Jenish Somadas November 10, 2025 at 10:06 PM Words tingle when held in my hand...joyful, meditative, and resonates with anyone who finds creative pleasure in letters, ink, and expression.. Congrats on your win CayCay..

Andrea Dietrich November 10, 2025 at 1:02 PM Congrats, dear friend. When you are able, you will need to pen some more quarterns.

Gershon Wolf November 9, 2025 at 9:30 PM This is a wonderful quatern, CayCay. It flows so well; rings true too. NICE!! :) gw

David Crandall November 9, 2025 at 3:53 PM A pleasing alignment of words, tingling and zinging.

Paige Hind November 8, 2025 at 11:37 PM I love this, it rings so true for me too!! Good luck <3

Andrea Dietrich November 8, 2025 at 7:14 PM Is this your first quatern? Oh really good one, Caycay. Great imagery. I hope the judge does not require strict rhyme for stanza 3; probably it will be ok. Another soupmail for ya.