The Power Song

The Power of Song
(A Double Acrostic Cleaved Petrarchan Sonnet/Rondeau)
(Also an If/Then Poem)

Read the red poem first, then the blue, and then finally, the whole thing from left to right

If ………………………………………………………..Then
Petrarchan Sonnet,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Rondeau

If men were witty Troubadours ….Then women would listen ’til dawn
From music they’d soothe any soul ………….Held as if magically drawn
Mastered, they could really control.…… Each note as it hung in the air
Ethereal charms at its core New,……………… delivered with nimble flair
Nothing like it, ever before……………… With words reflected seldom on
Would seem to caress and cajole. Over themes that Angels could spawn
Even though there’s a simple goal ………….Moving gracefully as a swan
Released as the syllables soar…….. Every movement beyond compare
Eliciting wanton desires …………………Now women would

Will women respond to a man ……………..With only the words put upon
In ways that ignite carnal fires ……..Over flames considered long gone
To swoon as the music inspires…….. Undone by the light and the glare
That captures their attention span ..Like a pigeon trapped in his snare
Yielding to whom she now admires …..Drawn forth by the lure of his song

…………………………………………………………………Then women would.

Synergy of Poetry and Verse. Author, Poet, Photographer

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