Poem Hunter
(04 October 1943 / Germany)


Rhyme and meter
totter, teeter,
those who do
(maybe you?) .
Must make certain
that the curtain
of exposure
triggers closure,
it takes guts,
patient butts,
agile fingers,
mood that lingers
to create
the great state
of a trance.
Like a dance
spirits lifting
love thoughts drifting
so sublime
exquisite rhyme.

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Comments (3)

I like the rhythm...you can sort of feel a beat behind it...Good write.
This poem flows and works perfectly, H.
i like these meter maid's here on the goldcoast gets my mind of poetry Warm regards allan