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
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