The two discordant <br />forms of poetry <br />meet, while I shower: <br /> <br />One flowing free and soft <br />onto my skin <br />from the shower's pen. <br /> <br />The other, dressed in red, <br />structured by the body, <br />metered by the heart <br />and rhymed by symmetry; <br />flowing with grace <br />beneath my skin.<br /><br />Pradeep Dhavakumar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/while-showering/
