Rondeau on a Rondeau

We love to write our poetry.
For some it’s form and symmetry.
For others it can help get through
another day, a bleak world view
dispelled in words and so we see

how verse can tell us how to be
and how to live. It sets us free
and that is why we always knew
we love to write.

Antonia lay alone but she
made hay: in rhyming poetry
refracted melancholy blue,
delineated every hue
with coruscating honesty.
We love to write.