Taking command.

Nothing more enthralling
Than a dance with words
A high irreplaceable
Once it occurs.

A pen nearby
In case I need another dose
God given talent
That I indeed hold close.

I shift a line here,
And sometimes a rhyme there
With a sometimes cold
If not demanding stare.

In my own world
Where I’m in charge
A poetic front-liner,
I’m my own Sarge.
Strategic positioning
On the war table
Of metaphors and similes
As much as im able.

Naturally,
Predictability
Is my enemy,
Ultimately,
Surprising the reader
Is my remedy.

-Dante