Sanguine Tenacious Tidings

Freeee Verse?

Creation Saturday! Create at least an 8 line poem - any form, or free verse - inspired by some of your fellow challengers' entries this week.




Free Poetry Lane

I took a walk down poetry lane.
After reading blogs today I had something to say.

When you jump from a plane, pull the ripcord,
Yelling “Oh Come ON” “Silly” fear has no hold,

Watching fear fly, hiding behind a near cloud.
You laugh as it runs and write it all down,

Then an angel appears, playing a lute,
He points at the ground, where a train toots in tune,

You are clicking away on the mouse in your hand,
building words out of notes, as you land in the caboose.

Yelling loudly of course. Who gives a hoot?