Lines
Watch me draw a line
If I’m an artist it will create beauty
On a clock it breaks down time
Lines can construct a home or a bridge
Between dots they work just fine
On a map I can trace the contours of the land
But the lines today are used to divide
Allowing our hearts to be damaged by cruelty
I wish I knew how to erase those lines
Poetic Form #4: Magic 9
A Magic 9 poem doesn't have any rules besides the rhyme scheme: abacadaba. The Writer's Digest info states that the form may have been the result of a poet misspelling "abracadabra."
