Between the Lines

Blurring poetic lines- A Poem by PaleWriter inspired this little piece.

I read your rhyme and grin

at the certainty it shows.

You polish all your treasured tools,

while the rest of us strike our own prose.

Maybe that’s the secret we share

we all rebel in our own way.

Some toss the rules high in the air,

some polish them bright every day.

I watch you tend the cadence,

each measure placed with care,

while some of us chase wandering lines

that twist, that turn, that roam anywhere.

And me, I slip between the lines,

letting form loosen, bend, and sway.

I let breath shape the curves and loops,

its pulse a story spun in play.

Not better, not worse, just a way

to listen beneath the page.

I feel the quiet hum inside,

a pulse that laughs, a pulse that sways.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved how you twist the language to meaningful emotions.
"And me, I slip between the lines,
letting form loosen, bend, and sway.
I let breath shape the curves and loops,
its pulse a story spun in play."
I adored the above lines. Worthwhile words can steal our thoughts. Thank you dear Curly Grace for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Brandon Houser]

This was a wonderful lingering read!

[Rosie C]

This is quite an energetic piece.

It’s charming and compelling in its own little way.

I can sense a bit character throughout the stanzas. It has a delicate flow, very feminine vibes.

A delightful read. You have a gentle inner voice.

[Relic]

Beautifully written with care. Such great lines in this. Palewriter is smiling big. :))))