The passion’s free without pentameter.
The word, more than the sum of all its parts.
Oppose the cosmic poet’s well-worn phrase.
Descriptive hue; cyclonic energy.
Free, open verse; eternity’s white space.
The spirit, forlorn faces in a crowd
imagines death: ghost-blossoms cover bough.
Iambic pentameter is my favorite – there was a time I could extemporize poetry in iambic pentameter. 🙂 This is a lovely little poem – I particularly liked “Oppose the cosmic poet’s well-worn phrase.” Such a great line. Thanks for hitchhiking!
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You managed to use one of my favorite words—pentameter.
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LOL. Mine, too. I’m crazy for iambic pentameter.
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Iambic pentameter is my favorite – there was a time I could extemporize poetry in iambic pentameter. 🙂 This is a lovely little poem – I particularly liked “Oppose the cosmic poet’s well-worn phrase.” Such a great line. Thanks for hitchhiking!
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Thanks! Enjoyed writing it.
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