To Play With Beats To See What Comes To Run Poem by Paul Moosberg

I think a female foot has clarity
To give a calm or peace before the storm
I see its sounds in soft tranquility
With words of love inside a softer form

To scream and shout on out the word fourteen
When words will teeter off use this before
To make a stance with man as form adds mien
With beats to let the reader’s mind explore

I’ll mix the beats to join with strong feelings
It starts abrupt to dangle its allure
You see its sounds end soft with beats freeing
Inside iambic code that I procure

I will reread and learn as I arrange
With feelings that will flow as beats will change