invented by David James as presented by Gay Cannon at dversepoets.com
not too restrictive and with some musical tones.
Beneath an audience of blinking stars
I read letters from Plato up through Frost
to help me stay on the right path...
not recognizing this world today...it could be Mars
For I want to arrive well at my heart's landing
but like Peter Rabbit my pants a fence did catch...
stumbling, I fear what will be its aftermath?
Detours taken where forks crisscrossed
there's still a gap in my full understanding
I may find answers in these eloquent pages
maybe I'll read more Oliver and Plath
No reason to put lipstick on as I'm feeling lost
like a rusty old shipwreck.. buried to the hatch
in wet sand.. readying for the ages
Gold highlights in my hazel eyes slowly dim
pale owls signal with hoots the impending frost
But I keep my secret inner room unlatched
enough to not surrender and meet my own wrath..
so now I'll sit reading fine poetry... out here on a limb