A Workshop Assignment
A huitain–8 lines, 8 syllables per line
Rhyme Scheme ababbcbc
Opening the Gate
Smiling frozen, glaring glass eyes
your face is winter running late.
Silent isolation, good-byes,
my yearning for kisses must wait
for you to remember how fate
prevails when love breaks tender hearts,
opening rigid white dream gates,
setting words free with love-fresh starts.
Photo and Poem
Copyright 2007 JO Janoski