Languorous look of lust and love, lissomely aligned, lingers long...
April 30, 2021
Categories:
lissomely, love, lust,
Form: Monoku
Some ply the pen lissomely and light
Words like putty in their hands unite
Awkwardly do I on paper indite
Some wet scrawls that fail to ignite
Will I ever fulfill that dream?
A pen of panache, pizzazz and flash
With spring’s verdure and winter’s lash
Dancing on paper with every dash
Colorful as autumn, clear as sash
Has my soul with its hope agleam
Words pregnant and sublime
Running smoothly in rhyme
Free from the confines of time
Will I ever enjoy such prime?
And of the crop be of the cream?
Or will it end up all mundane
And turn out a prayer in vain
For so heavy a fall of rain
That may at once flood my terrain?
With such dreams I can’t cease to teem
Categories:
lissomely, dream, poetry, writing,
Form: Rhyme