“Twist” by LostCarPark is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0
As a morning poet, I find my footing most easily in free verse. That said, I also enjoy the challenge now and then of a poetry form that forces my hand. Over at OpenWrite today, the challenge was a Villanelle, which has rhyme schemes, syllable counting and repetition. Dylan Thomas has a famous one.
Here is what I came up with.
Yes, I’m obsessed with morning poems
with cracking words like combination lock
before the day’s ideas scatter, blownby odd winds of origins, unknown,
as detectives, writers scour the block –
Yes, I’m obsessed with morning poemsNot all rhymes we find ring out like phones
some sing false, and others, falter like stock
before the day’s ideas scatter, blownthrough corners where wonder’s what we own
and our quiet voices, just talk – talk – talk
Yes, I’m obsessed with morning poemsperched with pen in quiet morning home
I scribble, erase, often have to walk
before the day’s ideas scatter, blownEach verse, a kite, high in sky, alone
not able to remain stable, aloft,
for I’m obsessed with morning poems
before these ideas get scattered and blown
Peace (and poems),
Kevin