There are so many forms and variations in poetry and verse that to write one means you have only broken the surface of creativity. Techniques combine with this creative force to display story and rhyme in ways so different to number as many as there are poets. I like to try them all.
Secret Love (Sonnet III)
A secret lover cloaked in midnight veil
Despite her years and what she’s come to know
Slips silent to his bed where dreams prevail
Driven like the April spring-tide snow.
Two lay as one, all other worlds stand still
The future but a heartbeat’s breath away
Moments lost in moments of free will
Done deeds and promise left to yesterday.
That which affects her deep infects as ill
And in her mind she knows the story wrong
Yet that which blinds her eye a curing pill
Heeding naught, save words to lover’s song.
So, if a plea to judge she were to ask –
Put not logic – but a longing heart to task.
(Linda J. Pedley 09/01/08)