Woman who would picture
home an icy decay
is soon broken,
a fated fool,
she is always child.
Look how young laugh,
no secret to it,
live like the sky,
his day delicious.
Cite brilliant poetry
from gold air,
shred time,
post-needs cake,
naked thrush.
(Friday’s I consult magnetic poetry online for my inspiration.)
That’s a lovely way to be ..
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Thank you.
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“post-needs cake”!! I am post.
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Lol! Thanks! Me too.
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Adored your second stanza V.J.
“Look how young laugh,
no secret to it,
live like the sky,
his day delicious.”
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Thanks Ivor.
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Wow! That’s a challenging way to put poetry together. It seems like very puzzle like (?)
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So puzzle like, but a fun challenge. Thanks.
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