Practice Takes Mind

Practice Takes Mind I planned to write so many poems Some long and some one line. The purpose was for betterment. But now, my heart does pine. I love the words that reach and shine. Sent to some friendly minds. Oh, fragrant words of brighter days. True friendship love refines. So, as I sit and write today. Searching this heart of mine. I wonder if the Lord above Has seen the words I rhyme. Has He found love in one cinqku? Or dodoitsu? Or haiku? Has He read my monuku, rhymes? Or the love sent to you(s)… Alliteration, sifts through lines. Some rhyme and others don’t. Tetractys are not dinosaurs… Will they roar? No, they won’t. ABCs, blank verse, kimos, lists… Have their poetic frames. From the heart of emotions’ mists… A poet holds word’s reins. Some practice poems are, now online: crysalline, clerihew, quatrain. Chastushka, cinquain, monorhyme. (I am NOT on moonshine!) The rest, in thoughts remain. I shall review my older poems. And post a few online. And hope to share a part of me. Before I lose my mind. © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen January 23, 2010 Poetic form: Lyrical-Quatrain