I want it structured like a sonnet
pentameters and all, octets and sestets,
coupled faces to fall
in love with when I look at you; I solicit
with your echoed answer forever
and forever reverberating between us.
Octaval parallels we have been
on alternating pendulum to discord,
and to hum dissenting chords
gave us a laugh, and we are back
and forth and back in the undulating
give and take of the structure of the sonnet.
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The Back of My Mind (Poetry)
PoesiaI like to write fiction, but I love to write poetry. Here is a collection of some of my favorite pieces.
