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The poet’s world I’d read about in English class has faded, and alas! It’s very nearly dead. Its golden notes have fled Like blooms from winter’s grass. I’m in a modern time where poets’ lines run free. Although there’s imagery, there’s little use for rhyme, and what was once sublime is now shunned poetry. I long for grass turned cold again to blossom gold. May 22, 2017 For John Hamilton's 'Best rhyming poem May-July 2017' Poetry Contest See "About Poem" for definition of this HexSonnetta form.
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