Story by story
The word count climbs
Often so befitting
It blows the mind
Practice punches
From the boxer
Who rhyme’s sublime
Long before his . . .
Rounds arrive
She speaks softly
Call me when
Your rage is done
I’m out exploring
Happy finding fun
A relationship
Discovered
Thanks to one
Over reliable Sun
Go on banging
Those keyboard keys
Knock out another
Leave ‘em
Begging please
Show no mercy
It’s a disease
With nothin’
At all to prove
While she see’s
Skies awaken
Where light
And shadow play
As sunshine
Dances on water
Steals breath away
Like curtain call sunset
Bids a day . . . adieu
He tells her…
Ballet begins
In the ring Doll
Where a writer
defends or dies
Line after staggering line
Where phrases seldom align
If wordsmith’s truly hunger
It’s asking for more time