Here all alone,
Loudly, expressively, proudly,
with verses and rhymes to hone.
The only one to know what my heart is thinking,
dispatching those thoughts without me even blinking.
I revel in the silence; my sanctuary,
comforting and not scary.
loudly. Expressively, proudly
with verses and rhymes to hone,
here all alone.
*** The poetic form is called “Fabrique”, reminiscent of the French forms with their repetition which is woven throughout the “fabric” of the poem. Devised by Walt Wojtanik for the Poetic Asides Poetry Forms Challenge.