In a world of Haiku's
and holy hallucinations,
she struggled with sacrificial synonyms.
She strived to be
a Sonnet.
Soft syllables, swirling
and twirling.
Pen to paper,
paper to possession
of her imprisonment.
In time and turmoil
she took on the Tanka.
Terrible beauty, taint her not.
She explored the fields of the things
she was not.
How utterly ironic
How deeply deranged.
From the Haiku's,
she was estranged.
Free verse she became
and with passion she proclaimed
that never, for the life of her,
would her pen and paper
again be tamed.
She strived to be a Sonnet
but was tamed by a Tanka.
She was fascinated by Free verse,
She finally wrote
the perfect stanza.
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 3:46 AM UTC
In a world of Haiku's
and holy hallucinations,
she struggled with sacrificial synonyms.
She strived to be
a Sonnet.
Soft syllables, swirling
and twirling.
Pen to paper,
paper to possession
of her imprisonment.
In time and turmoil
she took on the Tanka.
Terrible beauty, taint her not.
She explored the fields of the things
she was not.
How utterly ironic
How deeply deranged.
From the Haiku's,
she was estranged.
Free verse she became
and with passion she proclaimed
that never, for the life of her,
would her pen and paper
again be tamed.
She strived to be a Sonnet
but was tamed by a Tanka.
She was fascinated by Free verse,
She finally wrote
the perfect stanza.
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