Saturday, November 22, 2008
Formless
I pen regardless of the tradition,
of pretty sonnets by poets long gone.
I write freely boundless and unfettered,
seeking a comfortable quiet place,
where i may speak without fear of old ghosts,
seeking a stable time in this new age,
where thoughts fly like ethereal butterflies,
reticent but joyful in their ascent,
lifting my thoughts above my heavy mind,
whispering gently to the seeing eye,
as meaning takes flight into brave new forms,
gliding by borrowed wings through the ages,
bearing the weighty shadow of my mind.
Is this blank verse? Marcus mentioned something about the 10 syllabus thingie but i dont really care, enjoy ; )
Posted by Jo