Wreath -- A poetry form. And touchstone image of my December wedding bouquet -- a wreath |
| How'd we meet? Socially, sensually. Striking the right beat. Blue eyes piercing me. Presumptive closeness -- we chat artfully. Art, short for Arthur; spark lost from view -- seen. Remain local, on-spot, dark, intimate. Timid touches; He'd not assume it. Consuming, wise talks; cogent emotion. Now in motion -- aisled seats -- Pledge devotion. Wreath poetry form: lines linked by preceeding word or dirivation of the word; rhymes or near rhymes Count -- 8 lines, 10 syllable/line; 50 words |