Footprints of Angels
...My poetry looks like a heavensickness.
The paradise from which I was exiled
is locked up tight. Nor luck, nor mental quickness,
nor tractable iambuses, nor wild,
limped on their right leg troch...
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Categories:
iambuses, paradise, poetry,
Form: Sonnet
Categories:
iambuses, funny, on writing and
Form: Diminished Hexaverse