Last of the Rhyme
...You'll put up a statue
and say I'm a poet
When all of you worship
what I'll never know it
And go on to rhyming
what's left in the moment
When statues are showing
the glow of the loment
An...
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Categories:
loment, analogy, character, dedication, identity,
Form: Quatrain
Tickling Fate
...Fate’s feet wait for the moment,
Clinging to a blade of grass,
Like a tick clinging on a loment,
Waiting for the unknowing to pass.
Sometimes as high as the thigh.
More often as low as the...
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Categories:
loment, clothes, fate, insect, journey,
Form: Rhyme