I saw a boy
He was wearing a
a blue sailor's cap
He was afraid
I held him
I told him he was loved
The next moment
His appearance changed
He was like black smoke
quickly rising up towards
a light at the end
of an orange tunnel
There was a dog
He was looking for a name
So I named him "Misnomer"
A hand
was waiting
to be held
A blue light
It was peace
A man showed me his watch
He raised it closer
to my eyes
so I could better
see
The face, a character
from a deck of cards
without his or her
regalia
Maybe it was a jack
but I am not certain
there weren't many features
Suddenly,
a triangle, the three corners
an ace on top
bottom left a queen
bottom right a king
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Free verse - no limits, no bounds.
Now that may be why I never spent time trying to confine myself in iambic pentameter or rhythm or rhyme. In my attempts to do so, the results always seemed forced, unnatural.
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