Try a syllable count poetry form. (Mine is four, four-line stanzas - 6-6-6-2, 6-6-6-2, 6-6-6-2, 6-6-6-2 syllables.)
Oh blue-shuttered cottage -
who would guess the heartache
that led me to your door?
I knew
the moment I saw your
four-walled arms that I'd be
safe, and the violets
that grew
in wild blue profusion
promised sunshine, and rain
that would lull me to sleep
at night.
seeking consolation
and then find violets,
and peace.
4 comments:
niolets would def bring peace...smiles...and love falling asleep to the rain...
I felt like this when I first saw the house I had to sell last year. Twenty-one years of a profusion of violets lining the yard, filling the back yard entirely.
And that is precisely how I felt. I had a black-shuttered BIG house that felt like a cottage inside.
Love this poem.
This certainly makes me feel the security of home. And it doesn't seem at all forced, despite the syllable structure. Terrific!
There is a real charm to be found in a home.
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