Open Poetry #15 |
A Short Verse, A Hot Day |
RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
The August sweal I circumvent, it's unrelent, it's hell, lest humid spell from senses rent and weak descent am fell, the sun's excell doth implement and fire dement impell to run pell mell from heat's torment non-resident, farewell. |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Adios...and have a cool one for me! This just ran down the page, and now I'm exhausted! Well done! |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Well writ my friend. They doan hang around long unless they're rustlers |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Enjoyed the theme and drip of this, like perspiration down the page...not stinky kind, just the perspiring/cooling kind. Curious...did you mean "sweal"? Don't know that word. Did you uses extra "l's" in some words for a visual rhyme scheme? Kind of like the playfulness of such, but am still curious about it. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
RSWells, Interesting, enjoyed the read. |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
Sweal is archaic for swelt or swelter. Thanks for asking. |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
Good time for ice cream, if you can eat it fast enough. Very well done RS. The heat steamed from the page! Sincerely, Rwood |
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