When writing of you
Perplexed am I to the form.
No mold can contain you.
So much of life is a Parody,
Laughing at your ingrained silliness,
The mischievousness of your smile,
Twinkling eyes with a smoldering fire.
Haiku’s genteel nature is far too small,
Sister Tanka tries to express,
But her attention is much too short.
Perhaps an Ode would suffice
For flattery is your just due,
Ensued by inevitable embarrassment.
I could venture to sum your essence
Through the singularity of an Acrostic
Though this would scarcely scratch the surface.
Perhaps Triolet would be more fitting,
For none too often can I express the depth of my love;
Repetition surely would serve as reminder.
Even with all these
None can capture your unrestrained spirit,
The flow of you through space and time.
I will not try to confine you, that would be unfair.
Instead I will let you spread your wings
Writing your own verse
In the form of…
Free.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
Delightful!
Thank you very much.
Love it!
Thank you RoSy, I’m so glad. :)
Wow. This is adorable. I think you should introduce your own form – we will call it the Domaiku! Yes. What you write – regardless of form is just perfect because each piece you write is a part of you.
Domaiku. I like!!
Now that is what I call a compliment, to have a poetry form named after one is quite an honor, very nice. :)
Your writing is nothing short of incredible!
Thank you Belinda, that is so nice of you to say. :)
Love it!
Thank you my friend, it is mush appreciated. ;)
Very nice! While reading I was thinking of “vers libre” and the poet you are created the perfect end to that poem. :)
Thank you very much, I’m so glad that you enjoyed it. :)
Love-ly.
Thank you very much. :)