Here's a double etheree (lines ascending from one to 10 syllables, and then descending from 10 to one) that I wrote for a wonderful prompt at
Room for Romance. Also submitting this to
Jingle Poetry's Poetry Potluck: Love and Romance.
i
see the
wind-burned doors
hastily locked
rust; holding away
this strange, soft velvety
thing that can only be love
though you keep it without water
it blossoms, unfurls nonetheless
to hope, perfume and resuscitate you;
That's the stuff of my succinct little dream
i see vulnerable, not rusty
i see hopeful youth and vigor
softness, not wind-hardened;
able, and willing to
be foolish again
grab gift of love
see that i'm
without
barbs.