Resembling a Poem

casting skies with yellow and red

lovingly her fingers softly bled

hopefully with morning light

she desends from a stage of fright

open soul a character does play

opening lips but no words to say

scathing eyes on her face do stare

drooling lust does not mean care

a word here ,a misplacement there

but without word truancy climbing stairs

minds locked up on an empty stage

working fools receiving no wage

a corset, a dance, a frock in the wind

resembling a poem is not writing sin

trances are set, minds shed to open

keep her clearly from words unspoken

on this side or that, one to be fair

all famous in our own minds word play a dare

critical cries from a soul so saddened 

placement laid where their words will have them

the stage is set, draw the curtain, it is open

watching carelessly even when resembling a poem

Reviews

[therisa]

A
Harmony exist
Where none did
Before.

Carried away
To a magical place
Where the skilled hand
Of a poetess touches
Our minds and hearts
With her words.

[Holly Mason]

what lovely words
thank you so kindly

[Larry Dyson]

really love the expression of these thoughts..."a corset, a dance, a frock in the wind

resembling a poem is not writing sin

trances are set, minds shed to open

keep her clearly from words unspoken

on this side or that, one to be fair"

[Holly Mason]

thank you so kind sir
I have looked up many definitions I have tried to absorb the writing rules but then when I write it is no longer natural to me and it reads as such...I will just write my way the way taught to me by Serendipity novels and poets of old but I will read with fairness and an open mind always
I truly thank you

[Larry Dyson]

you do wondefully Holly