I spent years in a cave writing nothing but sonnets 
I chanted my mantra in iambic beat
ate my meals from quatrain plates
drank my wine from gold couplets 

used a quill to pick rhymes
from my chattering teeth 
my hair grew wild and free as verse
my heart exploded with love that was fierce 

and yet here I am, here I still am
coping with nothing but paper and pen

chyoga

Poetic Ascetic (or Meter Maid)

Jun 5, 2026

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removed.-xm3k

Beautiful and so filled with heart and depth of meaning. I always look forward to your poetry, Cinzia. &#10084;&#65039;

fawn-2

Wonderfully relatable, Cinzia. Like love, poetry has no rules. ")

KikodinhoAlexandros

Exquisite ink oozing from a quill of thine, Poetess. I too hast always swam in a pool of sonnets. Ah, sonnets I love, for they twinkle like stars above.

christopher-victor-russon

CrazyDiamond

Love this! Very creative! Excellent! K:)&#128158;

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kenpepiton

and light tamed to form letters letting words flow from your dis-ignorance to mine, you work with light, not paper and pen. You brightend my morning as it began to dim.