Open Poetry #15 |
Seasons an exercise in rhyme |
RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
Winter drought so fruitless, frigid fraught, imbues dark hours, vigor's vanished. Spring sorts out what's rooted and who rots and too the flowering and the famished. Summer shouts, tis undiputed hot, subdued, overpowerimg, shade we're banished. Autumn touts, leaves parachuted dots, which strew when showered, silent, clammish. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
AND and exercise in imagery... very cool vocab and turn of phrase... clever rhyme scheme Well done Richard...once again jm I know no one is to blame |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I had trouble with this one? Guess I will wait until Monday! (my tongue got in a knot and it took me an hour to untie it!) lol To see real beauty ~ try closing your eyes! ~* Mysteria *~ |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
Hey, I said it was an exercise. "Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to decieve" |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
LOL! I like this best :"Spring sorts out what's rooted and who rots" As spring always rescues me from rotting! I wilt in winter whiteness, withering, woefully. If you say this real fast the Woefully turns into Woefuwwy. It's a very good write RS. Sincerely, Regina |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You've described the seasons so Poe-etically....well done, Master Poet.... |
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