Bend the scent of sanity,
stitch the sail of time,
surrender the archaic;
trip the soul sublime.

Scan the vivid moment,
heat the pot of joy,
slice the sliver carefully;
cherish life as toy.

Follow in the calling,
let the hours shine,
all is an experiment;
God’s world so divine.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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6 Responses to Bend

  1. Frank Hubeny says:

    Nice trimeter lines.

  2. Just Barry says:

    I like the rhyme scheme and natural themes.

  3. Frank Hubeny says:

    I will be mentioning your poem on dVerse Meeting the Bar later today as an example of trimeter which will be the theme.

  4. Pingback: MTB–Trimeter | dVerse

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