Quatrain #Q201

A single flow of thought in four lines should I write.
Condense the stream of ideas – I try with all my might.
Sometimes ABAB, sometimes AABB, and sometimes in ABBA it rhymes.
With metre, with rhythm, and with cheer, I hope the verse chimes.


Writing #Q58

Even without a spark inside, the mind wants to burn.
Thought illuminates the devil’s workshop with all its might.
In a vast sea of creativity, my words I try to churn.
This elixir I share with you through whatever I write.