Sara Kendrick Poet Sonnet

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Polyphonic prose_a rhythmical prose employing the poetic devices of alliteration and assonance..Sara

Bone Tired

Then carefully she pushed the den back door
And stepped into the messy strewn day room
Dog bones, plates, cracker crumbs slung on the floor
All it would take is a few sweeps of broom

But__she was tired just bone tired of cleaning
Picking up strewn this and that, folding clothes
It seemed to be a life of no meaning
Maybe I'll write some polyphonic prose

"She sells seashells by the summer seashore"
That's not mine but maybe I can write too
Chihuahua can't chew gum chewings a chore
Can you write one or don't you have a clue

Now my tireness is gone no memory
Of that worrying about backstory

maintenant termine'

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M.I.A . January 25, 2012 at 2:09 AM I'm actually feeling this too right now, soo much left undone. wonderful write Sara

Doris Culverhouse January 23, 2012 at 6:33 PM enjoyed yet it hits home....

Bl Devnath January 21, 2012 at 9:20 AM Though it is tired but after cleaning, it won it's goal. Wrote in depth, loved, bl

Joe Maverick January 21, 2012 at 8:54 AM I can see a whole lot'a 'sperience talking here Sara..)

Elizabeth Wesley January 20, 2012 at 7:29 PM Time to sit down and write a poem Sara, the mess can wait! Love it, so many can identify.

Jack Horne January 20, 2012 at 2:47 PM Hope you don't really feel that tired, my friend. Lovely write

Poet Destroyer A January 20, 2012 at 12:29 PM Sara, tiredisam... Is understandable..that's why I dont like starting something new...enjoyed..pd

Doris Culverhouse January 20, 2012 at 10:10 AM Be glad that you are able to aford a pet and the pet has a bone to chew. The mess will keep till tomorrow let the sorrow rest tonight. Dust is but a cleansing of the air....pure air is a dusts desire. Meaning is not always the answer....to the question....contentment is the wisest attitude but hard to attain. I am blabbering I had two cups of coffee. The butcher really said that to me.

John Rhinem January 20, 2012 at 9:33 AM Smile ˜ I just left your lovely daughter Doris's poem and she was talking about aquariums and fish, does your beauty know anything about that my dear? Perhaps your sweeet splendours could write about those fishies too? Along with your perfect prose, my love ˜ Always, John!:) ˜

Leo Larry Amadore January 20, 2012 at 9:30 AM I eagerly await your last six lines, Sara...

Lucinda Cayton January 20, 2012 at 9:29 AM so far so good. perhaps one should not enter as a friend, in such a mess. Many a times I went to see folks that lived in shacks, they would appologize, I say: I come to see you not your home. this shewn, as a writer my cottage got quite the mess, yet in an hour it was spotless and smells delightful. cleanliness is next to godliness, I guess, no one reaches perfection. love reading your work, and yes, that cloak was stolen, hooray, had no viruses either, just in loves passion, love is love in all differential. I love your nature writes, hope all is good with you Sara.