Life, it’s said is as though a paper white,
in which the heart is full,
where duskier lips await the long night–
to prove it’s beautiful.
And fate, is described to be softly round,
oh, I wish to run, slide–
have my thoughts attain significant ground–
to be sharp and lynx-eyed,
I laugh, for life is a perfect storm too!
I wish to express most
ardently—to blossom and burn in blue
lest I become a ghost.
Oh life! With its dark and delicious heat,
says we can have it all–
drown despair into sea, now isn’t that sweet?
I trust; but rain must fall.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Laura is our lovely hostess at dVerse tonight, where she invites us to write
by borrowing end rhymes from a published poem.
I chose to employ a syllabic alternate rhyme pattern poem of 10/6 in reply
to Full-Blown by Marion Strobel 💘
Posted for MTB: Four-line alternate rhyme scheme @dVerse Pub