Four Lines
Sparkling in time all words’ facets, phonemes and vowels spread glory. Yet still they carry their story, words are poets’ paint on palettes. -Lynne
Sparkling in time all words’ facets, phonemes and vowels spread glory. Yet still they carry their story, words are poets’ paint on palettes. -Lynne
Within my stock I plunder rhymes, mulling over the lines and rules. Four lines need to shine like jewels, all words’ facets sparkling in time. -Lynne
Within my reach I keep a flock of words I shear like fleecy sheep. Into the herd I search and seek, plundering rhymes within my stock. -Lynne
The lines the meaning floats beneath temper rough wide thoughts into words. I tend my words like a shepherd, a flock I keep within my reach. -Lynne
That lines two, three, one and four rhyme seems strange and rather more like prose. The constraints keep the meter close, let meaning float beneath the lines. -Lynne
An envelope rhyme comes alive, when the lines have eight syllables. With strict straightforward simple rules, lines two, three, one and four must rhyme. -Lynne
I want to do a three six five, and start on January one. A poem complete neatly done, an envelope rhyme come alive. -Lynne
