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On the tip of her tongue the words wait to escape

Though they scream between lines, penning pain to her face

In the dark she is flame, in the light she is dim

Her heart skips…..a beat, she sinks deep into him

In his arms, burdens rise, featherweight floating free

In his eyes she sets sail, anchors thrown to the sea

Under moonlight they dance between shadows and shine

She is tulips in winter, he’s her reason and rhyme

My attempt at Anapestic Tetrameter. Yes, say that 3x. We are playing with meter at dVerse Poets Pub. Bjorn is our host, leading us fearlessly into form poetry at Meeting the Bar. For me, it was a challenge. A bit of a hop, skip and jump from free verse.

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  1. This is excellent… you managed to capture a story, and the drive of the poem is excellent. I especially love the reason and rhyme…

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  2. You’ve got the anapestic rhythm, rhyme and a spring feeling here Mish! I love the lines:
    ‘In the dark she is flame, in the light she is dim’
    and
    ‘She is tulips in winter, he’s her reason and rhyme’.

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  3. A beautiful, lighthearted love poem. Like the dance your heart does when you fall in love 🙂

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  4. I love the way this ends! Beautiful Mish.

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  5. Magical! I especially love those last two lines.

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  6. Beverly Crawford

    I absolutely LOVE that last line “she is tulips in winter, he is reason and rhyme”. Beautifully romantic.

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  7. So impressed. I could fill the rhythm and it seemed so effortless. The tulip image was by far my favorite.

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  8. Very tender snd engaging Mish, well written!

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  9. You nailed it Mish! This was beautiful and the last line magical ☺️

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  10. What a lovely ballad of love that spans winter and darkness, “shadows and shine”! I think you’ve conquered the pesky anapestic tetrameter. :>)

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  11. A great poem Mish! Love these lines…

    On the tip of her tongue the words wait to escape

    Though they scream between lines, penning pain to her face

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  12. Glenn A. Buttkus

    You ain’t afraid of no tetrameter! This piece has it all, rocking the prompt. It is humorous and touching.

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  13. writingallsorts7909

    Beautiful poem – it flows so well, it doesn’t sound like a restricted meter (if that makes sense?).

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  14. The rhythm in this poem is wonderful … great job with a tricky challenge.

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  15. You nailed the rhythm, Mish, and very neat image. Those crocus are hardy!

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