Where have all my words gone?
Did you take them when you left and took flight –
packed up in your witty conversation
along with days kissing naked in bed?
I’m unable to write our poetry
the emotions were stolen that night –
there’s no use in scripting old promises
that will no longer be cherished or read
The words, they’ve disappeared
and my cold page lays bare in the light –
so I’ll discard my old ways of phrasing
follow unspoiled inspiration instead
Hello dear reader, I hope you’re well. I’ve created my own strict-form poetry with specific syllable counts and rhyming patterns.
6, 10,10,10 / 10,10,10,10 / 6, 10,10,10
ABCD/EBFD/GBHD
Secret Thoughts Within 
Thanks for sharing this idea. I found your site. Anita
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“so I’ll discard my old ways of phrasing
follow unspoiled inspiration instead”…beautifully written, Bree 💟
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What shall we call this form? The Secret Bree?
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😆 A Breelet? 😆
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A Briolet.
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Haha, that’s great
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Love this my friend 🖤
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This is so despairingly beautiful, Bree. I am happy to see you are full of inspiration again
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I come here for MasterClass of poetry. Good one.
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😅 I believe class is not in session, but I’m glad you enjoyed the poem 🙂
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Too bad. You would be one hell of a teacher!
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