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 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

Lynne: This is page from a notebook I kept while we were camping in the Indiana Dunes State Park. It’s not really a squiggle, but I find that I can draw better if I just get some approximate marks on the paper. It started out as a Kristin-sized squiggle then I smoothed the lines into a more realistic look.
It has been cold, here, and I have been too long from a warm sun. This drawing makes me warmer remembering a mile-long stretch of boardwalk through a green glade of swamp.
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