This is an improv of the poem "The Tyger" by William Blake. The poem is a stanza, so there is no set form, just the fact that it is recurring. The form that I'm using is trochaic tetrameter for the first through fourth lines of the second and third stanzas and them iambic tetrameter for the last line of the first and last stanzas. There is also an abab rhyme scheme.
It's a question contained, burning
holes in hearts and minds: to
what or who the power's spurning?
Could someone take a walk right though?
There's a path above the marking
tree, sometimes the boys and girls clip
flowers there, of any liking.
Except roses can be tulips,
funny, not like daisies. Only
ones that people know of not, but
love the same- slantly, halfly
based on me, on others- of what
they would think. A question answered
in the hearts and minds of flustered,
impostered and buds of untrue
would someone take a walk right through?
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