A flexible form
made up of lines
no poet should revise
Never restricted
by rhyme or set tradition
like the haiku or the ghazal
You are free
to roam the rules
versed in syllables
unmeasurable by meter
a visual display of alliteration
Something like an ode
with limitless stanzas
your beauty is reminiscent
of a sonnet or villanelle
I could become myself
in your rhythmic pattern and refrains
reading you everyday and in every way
translating you into a thousand laments until
You were my poem:
EPIC
EROTIC
EVERYTHING
I wish I could stop leaving gushy comments on your posts but I can’t. Gosh this is nice. That ending is bloody well everything. 😍👌
It’s perfectly okay; I’m not against gushy comments. In fact, I enjoy when I have to write them also. Thanks so much. Hope you have a great start to your week!
Beautifully expressed Benjamin!
Thanks. Means so much to hear you say this. Truly!
That’s beautiful indeed, the metaphor of our significant other being like a poem, very fluid and free, and beautiful.
Well done Benjamin, keep it up! 🙌
Thanks. Always appreciate your thoughts. And I’ll try my best.
This is such a beautiful poem Ben! You redefine the beauty of poetry and the unconstrained modern beauty. Love the ending three Es. 💚
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This is beautiful! 🙂
Thank you for the beautiful comment 🙂
awwww I love this! Such a sweet and perfect poem.
🙂