Every line has reason for being —

turn in, turn out, skip rhyme or season,

be heart’s guide to new ways of seeing.

Every line has rhyme and reason.

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The beat of the heart makes tunes pleasing.

Close your eyes, forgo the fleeing.

What matters is this form of treason.

*

For quick as line and beat turns fleeting,

Just glimpse his hand and whose knee it’s on —

The grief beats on in wail and keening.

Every line has rhyme and reason.

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NOTES: Holy Roundel Prompt, Poemman. My own prompt and I completely can’t figure it out. As well, I think with forms I end up having to do a at least two or three to get the hang of the form before I end up with a poem that I like. Sadly, no time to do that today, but it was fun to work in form again, either way.

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