Prelude: I posted on my Facebook a request for topics. I received 3--none of which the sort I hoped for, but for fun, I attempted short little poems just the same. Here they are:
The Weather
It's raining,
The days are long,
I'm feigning,
I'm ever strong,
When the storms,
Rage through days,
How to be warm,
Without warm rays,
How to speak,
of the storms,
of the rain,
of the cold,
Within.
Worm
Lowly worm,
See him squirm,
Slick as oil,
Eating soil,
Loves to call,
In a rainfall,
And in the sod,
A twist, a nod,
and gone,
Belowly.
IPOD
What a world within,
Seeping through buds,
Such a silly grin,
As he nods and scuds.
An electric haze,
Frayed nerve and bone,
An absent gaze,
'Til deaf as stone.
Thanks for sharing!
Friday, June 19, 2009
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