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