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I have a heart made out of patchwork
And a hand ~ me ~ down soul
There's a burn in my bones
And my eyes are made of charcoal
You'll find ink in my veins
And love in my blood
I am all the flames of a fire
I am the depth of a flood
Inside my mind, plays an instinctual melody
They'll all dance along
To this song that is me.

~ Michelle Schaper [/center]

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puck61

I hope I'm not being out of line but this kind of aligns with something I wrote. Forgive me. It's in quatrain classic form.

Patches on my Soul

Let the four line stanzas roll
for all the patches on my soul
Muse I bid you to begin
to gently move the mind and pen.

Imprisoned in this cage of rhyme,
I slowly heal over time,
Although events can take their toll
they sew patches on my soul.

So much more than hideous dreams;
the profaned paper stacked in reams.
Lovers that have come and gone,
circumstance I stand upon.

Pain of body, pain of mind,
hopes ahead, and loss behind.
I blush as crimson as a rose
for some of the patches I expose.

I feel I should apologize.
All this rhyming seems unwise,
but in all of this, my only goal
is to show these patches on my soul.

MoonlightLullaby

@puck61 No way, is it out of line. I adore your poem, you write beautifully and real. Real is always best,but so difficult. 💜

Re: Form...

Quatrain? I'm not familiar with a classic, but have written a couple. However, a refrain dropped one verse at a time, in all 4, if not 5 stanzas.🤔 I'm curious now. This feels more sonnet to me, which I love, but I write ABAB style instead. I'll still never match the poets of old that inspire me most.

MoonlightLullaby

@puck61 Ah! NOW I see a bit of refrain, one stanza excluded... it's cleverly placed. I need to research this classic deal. Btw: You're so blessed to have control over your syllables. Unlike some.😐