Into that good night gently ease,
the line is wrong, our night is light.
Closed eyes see not dark but pure white,
light reversed, eye turned prism sees.
-Lynne
Tag Archives: quatrain
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
Four Lines
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
Four Lines
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
Four Lines
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
Four Lines
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
Four Lines
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
Four Lines
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
Four Lines
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
Four Lines
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
the crafty sisters 