down through the time
of mind between the lines
is chaotic grace, hope unmet.
Shivers of liquid truth sail freely.
Tremors tiptoe and tickle through.
New thoughts gather and flow
down through time’s door,
does not cuddle
but she hovers near in
safe harbor whilst nuzzles of
trust are bestowed on my ankles and calves.
Together, we enjoy her lurking
ritual of freedom,
Note: Linda J. Wolff’s poem ‘Between Sunrises and Sunsets‘ using Rictameter verse inspired me to work with this form myself.
“…this form of poetry—Rictameter Verse, uses 9 lines in the poem, and strict syllable count: 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 8, 6, 4, 2 with the first line repeating itself in the last line.”
My first attempt is not nearly as elegant as Linda’s poetry, yet I love the fun of this form and shall be using it more.