Across the blank expanse, as pen meets paper.
ink flows in luscious lines,
laying out rhythm and rhyme.
Sonnets leap and bow like ballerinas.
Stanzas tiptoe and pirouette, sensuously,
spinning in perfect symmetry.
Words leap into lilting syllables then pause,
slipping into tight metaphors.
Creating magic like a wizard's potion,
ink's beautiful ballet becomes poetry in motion.
Author notes
This is a prewrite but I couldn't pull it up so I'm entering as new poem.
A contest entry
- Paint Words Into My Head by Velvet Rose Petals.
1000 points, ended June 14, 39 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is just amazing. I pictured a dance, only with words dancing upon the stage.
Brilliant write.
Ros -
I simply loved it and you said it all using such few words! well done ...write on! best wishes!
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