Your words form the wind

I hide behind my wide fan

Heart folded in half

The sword of your gaze

Begets another bookfold

My fragile fan slain

Now my tiny heart

Beats like a hummingbird's wings

As you turn away

Then I step forward

Heart curled corner to corner

Voice an oblique line

It has wings

It has flame

It will never

Give heed to claim

But for you

It will game

This origami heart

Your heel strikes the ground

My heart rotates a quarter

To avoid the spark

The dart of your grin

Flies true and lands where I wish

My last folds invert

Your chuckle, a lance

Inflates the empty box folds

I am paper yet

Your grace is a dance

Let me twirl alongside you

Float as a lantern

It has strings

It has shame

It will never

Taste of fame

But for you

It will game

This origami heart

#5/7/5 form poem

Art is a possibility

The canvas is blank

Start with a line

Let contrast take form

Any form

Thoughts sit on a crank

Wait for your design

Chaos churns a storm

Every storm

Possibility is an art

Paint truth in deception

Explore the gimmick

Examine the hush

Any hush

Are your perceptions

The only limit

On reality’s brush?

Every brush

Will the past forget me

Forget that I was there

Leave me off the pages

Because I lacked some flair

Just another visage

Waltzing within the dark

Time drips through my fingers

I haven't made a mark

Will the past recall you

Recall how you were brave

In moments no one saw

The shards of heart you gave

Just another lantern

Waiting for that one spark

The light within the gloom

Recorded in the ark

You see a river

It's an infinite supply

You've not seen it dry

You take a quiver

Every arrow has a mark

You shoot through the dark

You use all in haste

You will miss them once they're gone

You will still press on

You value the waste

Each moment is a measure

Missed marks are treasure

You will not repeat

The blind past adores its mirrors

You relive your fears

Your steps trill a beat

Time prowls through your graying hair

You flow without care

Your footstep called to me

A tap against the tile

Coming in, going out

I hadn’t heard it in a while

A sound as familiar

As the breath of my gasp

Now makes my heart caper

Adventure stirring in my grasp

Write your sins upon your bones

Brand them with a match

You will fall 'fore a clever crone

Locked behind a hatch

With a pen, I carve your tones

Sculpt them out of thatch

Plead your greed was really need

I won't believe the catch

Etch until the pavement groans

Print over the patch

You will stall with pretty stone

Offered in a batch

With a quill, I craft more drones

Warriors made from scratch

Scribble your dribble as something civil

Then we'll release the latch

They still search for her

They still seach for me

They’re searching for a company of three

Who’s the third, you ask

Why, it might be you

If it is, do you know what you will do?

I wail

You weep

I swipe

You sweep

I capture

You keep

We are nuanced but the same

I cower

You crawl

I dither

You drawl

I scribble

You scrawl

Nuanced we remain

I chafe

You chap

I cape

You cap

I wreathe

You wrap

Nuanced is our game

A thousand times each second

Gravity asks me to fall

Sometimes I give in

A thousand times each second

I wish I had stronger wings

To escape its voice

I watch it floating there

So shiny and serene

A speck, a spark, a flare

Or something in between

An existence so small

It could have gone unseen

Has managed to enthrall

The rapture of a queen

My hand rises to meet

Its hidden underside

In offer of a seat

Perhaps even a ride

No press upon my skin

Mayhap my eyes have lied

A dream pricked by a pin

Will break rather than hide