Poetry in Motion

We scribble in so many words

Mementos on a minstrel's mind

Each coinage flying free as birds

Discharging droppings duly signed

We author categorically

Convictions in a rimester's root

Each sonnet metaphorically

Remaining for one last salute

We write down verses in the now

Reflections of the poet's past

Each musing like a timeless vow

Suspending vers libres half-mast