Tuesday, January 15, 2013

The Call of the Night

Three-syllable lines.
Vowel end rhyme on even lines, using "A" sounds.
Writing something this ordinary feels like cheating on a diet.
I'll work harder next week.  Probably do a word collage.

The Call of the Night

Twitching stars
Pressing black
(give or take)
Moaning numb
Harping blank
Offer ways
Dreams may take

Soaring depths
Wounded lakes
Smiling sun
Crawling bliss
Spider's grasp
Oh, what size
Dreams may have

Fast or dumb
Gone or great
Here I spin
In the vast

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

d it describes the night. that which scares us and that which makes our imagination go nuts. onlkly thing missing is the sounds,