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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
Forgotten Thursdays hid amongst the days, Not beginning, not end nor even midst, Twenty four hours of lingering malaise Existing only in minds of man, didst Know thee not thy purposeless existence Is but an illusion, without meaning One earth’s revolution sans subsistence? Thorsdagr we seek not to find thy being For thy being is but a fantasy, Myths long forgotten by mortal being. What then we ask, is our reality? Tis remnants of humanity’s fleeing. |
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jjote Senior Member
since 2002-12-25
Posts 1088Ontario, Canada |
Your title had me counting my fingers to see where Thursday is hidden, not the beginning, midst, or end of the week. You're right there, this is an original thought to capture describing the day. It tickles my mind to think of a poem to write on the other days. Thanks for the thoughts.. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
enjoyed...james |
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