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Word paint this uncanny illusion,
fluid in state of mass confusion
Product line of numb minded sheep,
in fear of difference,
holding doubt in reverence.
Minds and feet now anchored deep,
having slid the slippery slope steep
unto worn road of indifference.
Like sweeping sand with
silicon grains seen as dunes
in desolation deserts
one and few dare dream
molding disparate unique
specks in wondrous betterment
Date: September 24, 2016
Poetry Contest: Three Style II
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Syllables: checked via howmanysyllables.com
- 1 new poem on any theme using these three forms:
- In this exact order (the couplet and 2nd stanza do not have to share same rhyme
scheme, my letters below are used as a guide)
1. One couplet : A-A
2. One stanza with rhyme scheme: A-B-B-A-A-B
3. One sedoka: syllable count: 5-7-7-5-7-7 (no rhyme scheme)
Copyright © Richard Martins | Year Posted 2016