My being is a tangle of unfulfilled desire a cobweb left to dangle upon a blackened pyre where ardent avatars have lain consumed by zealous fire the remnants of a lost campaign predestined to expire.
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Nice flow. Get untangled and start woking on fulfilling those desires. Nothing is predestined...it only appears that way I think. Ya gotta make it happen! See Ya, Shirl
8 comments:
Nice flow. Get untangled and start woking on fulfilling those desires. Nothing is predestined...it only appears that way I think. Ya gotta make it happen! See Ya, Shirl
sure
I have mentioned this poem at PWB. Thanks for being on our blogroll.
sighs my friend.....sighs.. many of them.....this one sent me away on a journey....beautiful poem you ve written
Nice use of meter and rhyme. Vivid images -- good work
great rhyme and choice of words
..came for a vist from pwb..somehow those last two lines made me feel all better.. why, i do not know...
A delicate poem of our delicate existence. Nice to read your poem, saw it on PWB.
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