From Robert Lee Brewer's blog, Poetic Asides, "For today's prompt, write a control poem."
The Gallop
I always like a sonnet’s formal flow
to feel as light and effortless as this:
Crescendo, then retreat, as tides must go
with gentle rhyme and rhythm you nearly miss.
Like stallions on the plains, the words fly by!
So unencumbered from all worldly strife
one hardly sees where reins or halters lie.
Iambic meter lends the poem its life!
But, how can freedom fit within control?
Does one not force exclusion of the other,
since virtues of cohesion must extol
beyond a rigid frame and ocean’s wuther?
Without control, there is no freedom found.
These words, still true, the other way around.
About the Creator
Christina Perry
Christina is a traveler, a dreamer and a poet. Her writing is often influened by her work as a speech-language pathologist in Northern Manitoba with First Nations peoples.
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