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Saturday, 31 January 2015

Out of words

Out of words,
my pride really hurts.
And I get angry, and feel
the poem really is a big deal,
and it bursts.

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At dVerse, Tony, this Thursday, wants us to write a poem in a form he has come up with, given by the count of syllables in each line.

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I have put a link to this post on the blog hop of "dVerse" | here |.

4 comments:

  1. we get writers block, too bad we're not plumbers, they never get plumber's block :)

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  2. My tendency is to get sad, rather than angry, but it's such a pleasure when the words return.

    Nice work, Anders

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