chrisntheboat

My words are a mystery, creeping, crawling, with punctuation that goes nowhere, you'll find the cadence not appalling, and sneer at my ellipsis love affair... rhyme schemes cascade and go out to play, see-saw scrawl beyond compare, pretty sonnet led astray, using every syllable to ensnare. couplets, quatrains, my muse walks in and out, emotions running from elated to despair, imagery aglow and alliteration all about fixed form like a free verse nightmare. Stanzas running amok, narrative afterglow, here come the words, grammar nazis beware, we have the meter and we have the flow, using every syllable to ensnare.