An Étude

I sit down to dance
with paper and pen
a waltz penned in ink
at quarter to ten

the letters do dance
and step to and fro
I follow their journey
whither it should go

the rules are the rules
only when dancers rhyme
a waltz is a waltz
only in triple time

This is my craft
only my letters dance
every line a surprise
as if luck, as if chance

I picture a ballroom
of canvas A-four,
just as a ballroom
of polished wood floor

a palette of letters
a syllabic easel
where phrases will fly
and wind through the trees will

permit me this étude
permit me your ear
forgive my indulgence
ill end this right here.

Practising poetry with a traditional ABCB rhyme structure, rhythm and stanza consistency, I thought it would be fitting to use a dance/art allegory.

Also, as a meta-piece; work about my work, this might as well be the first thing that comes up on the page.