Poetic Bliss
Lost in a vast forest of old paths, winding
A damp cold place of gnarled trees, twisting
Whispers of solemn grandness
And hues of greenness
This writer's
Bliss
This dreamer's
Forlorn deep darkness
Where drooping branches caress
And dark poetic thoughts are rambling
Lost in a vast forest of old paths, winding
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February 12, 2015
Poetry/Rhyme/Poetic Bliss
Copyright Protected, ID 02-640-399-12
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
My invented form is called Poetic Ramblings
For the Standard contest An Invented Form,
sponsor Andrea Dietrich, Judged 03/2015
Fourth place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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