I’ve never done this type of poem. The format is straight forward.

• Title 2 syllables
• Description 4 syllables
• Action is 6 syllables
• location 8 syllables
• ending 6 syllables.
• And the final rule is that it can’t rhyme

LOVE LESS

it won’t hurt much
scrub off the scent of his odour
bleach the bath with your morning shit
love costs more heartache

Passion less magical

Cats demand cuddles
A clean page soaked in wasted words written in yellow ink
The music falls on deaf ears
Unread unopened books will let me down – or will it be my imagination?
I glance around the room of despair comfortably numb for three hours until a child smiles for her mom’s unfounded fears.

Untitled

so inept by a blackened imagination
colours wither away, winter outsmiles
stilled yet not frozen. those exhiled frowns en route stragglers exhiled to Siberia.

I’m desperately desolate that these nightmares took the by pass . Limits to hope of revelling in reality once more spring
bursts into a yawn , light stretches worn out clinging onto last winter’s stained sweater.

A scream demands tending to kettle whistling for it’s masters attention

it begs summer to part with mercy & grace
so inept by a blackened imagination.