Four Lines
I yearn for the colorless light, bright, bright until beatific. Time to muse my life’s specifics, gentle ease into that good night. -Lynne
I yearn for the colorless light, bright, bright until beatific. Time to muse my life’s specifics, gentle ease into that good night. -Lynne
I like words’ sound more than meaning, but quatrains are not just rhythms. Poetry’s sense shines through prisms, split light makes colors for yearning. -Lynne
The fourth line’s “murdered” changed the rhyme and moved the meaning fast forward. What lines am I moving toward, with more regard for sound than time? -Lynne
The un-sweet iced tea I ordered, was too bitter for a burger. These lines are boring this herder, change lanes use the near rhyme “murdered.” -Lynne
None of the joes appeal to me, if you want coffee I don’t care. Just don’t glare at me with your stare, when I order un-sweet iced tea. -Lynne
The coffee machines we still love, hiss and steam and measure cream. Coffee fads make me want to scream: “Joes, none of you are my beloved.” -Lynne
The local cafe played with beans, imported froth and scalded skim. Doubled the cost from mug to brim, still we love our coffee machines. -Lynne
Leaving me bored, lists of lattes slow down the lines and make me late. It’s a lottery ticket wait, played at the local drinks cafe. -Lynne
A new morning I’m ready for, a diet coke is my caffeine. Being no fan of coffee beans, the lists of lattes leave me bored. -Lynne
Don’t be quaint whatever you do, poems are to be read, not used. Maybe they should leave you amused and ready for a morning new. -Lynne
