Her hair long and black as a raven’s wing Glorious, loose curls falling down her back She walked to forget his words that did sting Not realizing she had come off track
Stopping briefly, she put down her backpack and stood staring up at the vast blue sky
Realizing she knew the answer why He was insecure, she was beautiful But did he really have to make her cry? His actions had left her feeling vengeful
Frank Hubeny is hosted at D'Verse Poets tonight and has challenged ged us with a Dizain. The form is 10 lines with 10 syllables per line with a rhyme pattern of ababbccdcd This is my first attempt at this form
