
-Cheri
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