mission accomplished

[cacian]

I the poet
I speak the laureat
to waltz my solace
I love to mullet
over a glass of words
for a superb curse

I the speaker
I wilt in bouquets
to toy a rose
from a red that's
coupe
my mind is trouvé
and my thoughts are touché

I the writer
inside a fighter
spills out the wiser
for a spell of rioter
time is entente
in a hierarchy of
bon sangs
and all is chanson
to a new word deal

I the poet
the writer
the speaker
my voice is hither
to meanings of très bien
nothing is patience
when I rise to mention
a book is quiver
to a page that flickers
thousands of missiles

[blazeofglory]

This is interesting, a new experiment in poetry. Your poetry has a melodious overflow. I wish I wrote such beautiful lines tellingly captivating

[cacian]

balzeofglory thank you for reading and glad you enjoyed it!