Start me a line of quatrain eyes.
In a stanza of hues and saturated blues.
Begin a ryhme that doesnt sing all the time.
What fallen of me, cannot see the flight of my own.
Icarus fly,
Odyseus sail,
Orpheus flail,
on the words assailed.
What changed in the love of my own,
when that time i disobeyed and got disowned.
Such a prodigal one to be another father in my own bone.
Begin a middle of iambic in syllabus style,
Ryhme sing me a sign.
Icarus flew,
Odyseus sailed,
and yes Orpheus knew,
how much of me flew into my descend,
as Milton penned.
About the Creator
It Only Took One Minute.......
It only took a minute. I was sitting at the computer in my office when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and then laid it down my desk as I went to find the student who the call was for. Within seconds I was back at my desk, ready to resume typing, when I heard the student yelling obscenities at me for listening in to his call through the handset that was still lying on the desk. Sick and tired of the lies he was spewing, I was up running down the hall, ready to kill him. By the time I reached him, I had calmed enough not to hurt him, but as I turned back towards my room, I knew that I couldn’t go on like this any longer. The decision was clear. I had to leave.
By Gail Wylie6 days ago in Motivation
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