Ode to a Terzanelle

Like the ocean in its orb,

Waves lapping up the sand,

I like the way the lines repeat, absorb.

With a caring, careful hand,

The Creator pulls and twists and makes

Waves lapping up the sand.

From all the rivers, streams, and lakes

Of words and images, the poet,

The creator, pulls and twists and makes

Another world to show it

Reflecting ours, and out

Of words and images, the poet

Finds himself transformed, no doubt,

By the writing of the words,

Reflecting ours, and out

Of those efforts,

Like the ocean in its orb,

By the writing of the words,

I like the way the lines repeat, absorb.