The sentencing goes blithely on its way
And takes the playfully objected rhyme
As surely as it takes the stroke and time
In having its undeviable say.
The blank page
beckons to be filled
anticipation builds
as words spill
in a poem
will it hold sway
to stroke and time
keeping the rhyme
from going astray
on its way
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In a Poem is by Robert Frost












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Thanks for posting to the Glossa Wall on The Triple Name Club where it's now featured.
The problem I ran into was too many poets taking liberty with the glossa format, but not acknowledging the deviance. I was at grave fault for not digging more deeply.
Veronica, you took some of the essential parts (rhyming at lines 6, 9, 10) of the true glossa form and incorporated them into your spin-off of a glossa. I'd be hard pressed to say this poem is a glossa, but it definitely is informed by that form.
You've fashioned your own puddingstone-glossa with this one, Veronica. I warmly appreciate your participation and submission. Appearing at Mindful Poetry where it is now featured.