Zuma
Stanzas | 3 |
Lines | 8 = 24 lines |
Syllable/Words | 11 syllables/line |
Rhymes | 2/stanza |
Repeat |
Okay, so I broke form and didn't rhyme this one. I'm not sure about stanza's 2 & 3, so give me some feedback.
Winds of the Moon
Around all the moons swirl gentle solar winds
That sometimes metamorphosize into storms.
No matter which wind blows, it gathers moon dust
Which sparks to life in the glowing of the sun.
Most motes settle back to the moons’ arid surfaces,
Occasionally a spark travels beyond,
To drift through space until it finds the right mind,
Lodges there, giving stellar inspiration.
The mind that receives this sparkle of the moon
Transforms the ordinary into brilliance.
Creativity becomes their driving force.
Others may not understand their leaps and bounds
As they are progressives ahead of their time.
When the others finally catch up, they say, “Ah,
NOW we understand just where they were going.”
No longer are they the crackpot on the fringe.
But the driving force is the most important.
It coalesces things without connection.
The moon dust swirls through the mind on solar wind
Bringing in the knowledge of whole galaxies
To flow through either gently or as a storm.
The creativity can be a constant
Or come from nowhere in frenzied fits and spurts.
The mind just smiles and lets it all flow forth.
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