Brush of the artist, pen of the scribe—
Tools that she handles with equal finesse.
Able the eye and the ear to impress—
What she has tasted, gives us to imbibe.
Painting a picture using her words—
Paper, the canvas; life is the scene.
And on the easel, color ungirds,
Telling a story with writing unseen.
Poetry springs not from technique;
The artist makes the art unique.
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Two quatrains and a couplet, usually in iambic tetrameter or pentameter.
The stanzas may appear in any order, but the couplet usually comes at the end.
Rhyme scheme varies according to the whim of the poet.
Rhyme scheme for this one: abba cdcd ee
This one is in iambic tetrameter