The beat had no rythm, while the feet got defeated.
The sense of the end did not get punished,
thus the order of the pentameter knicked that iambic meter.
What note that music know and the song of "no"
did got confirmed and verified to the point of pointless "yes".
At what point of this verse kept my purse flowing with abundance of
pennies to the dime itself,
while a nickel loosed a quarter of quatrains of quiver.
Meanwhile that beat of the song can not compete with the famous
line of those feet,
such melody of the wind to the air meet.
About the Creator
Not alone on the trail
My buddies and I were looking for a trail in a local canyon. We noticed the north facing side was covered in snow while the south facing side was dry. The problem was the south side was private roads filled with vacation homes. These were not regular cabins, they had crazy architecture and villainous style. They were all empty except one friendly old man who waved from his third story deck. Figuring nobody was really around, we decided to hike there briefly. The trail apps didn't show any trails but we found one avoiding people's yards. After a few minutes we had a nice view of the neighborhood below, with just mountain for hundreds of miles.
By spooky sessiona day ago in Poets
Snacktime Sonata Challenge Winners
Well, your Snacktime Sonatas made us hungry, and that’s about the highest compliment we have. Food — taste, smell, sensation — is a powerful conduit to the past, to memories pleasurable and painful and sometimes bittersweet, a mixture of comfort and challenge. Congratulations to Penny Fuller for Sativa — it’s a first win for Penny — a hymn to the “secret, unbounded/freedoms” of fresh peas in the pod. The narrative voice of the poem doesn’t really want to be outside, but finds joy in the green things of the earth; this is a lovely work of resilience.
By Vocal Team4 days ago in Resources
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