I'm feeling philosophical today
Sep. 6th, 2006 12:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
plonqI'm busy, yet bored. That can only mean one thing: bad, hurried poetry.
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I felt like writing a poem today
but couldn't think of a thing to say.
My rhymes were missing, my rhythm shot.
A man of the verse I'm surely not!
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Chill autumn winds can blow me
while leaves swirl at my feet
and winter can suck me dry
of all vestiges of warmth's last memories
but wet spring can spread for me
its verdant promise of renewal and
summer can spear me with its long, hot shaft
of endless sunlight through shady canopy breaking.
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---
I felt like writing a poem today
but couldn't think of a thing to say.
My rhymes were missing, my rhythm shot.
A man of the verse I'm surely not!
---
Chill autumn winds can blow me
while leaves swirl at my feet
and winter can suck me dry
of all vestiges of warmth's last memories
but wet spring can spread for me
its verdant promise of renewal and
summer can spear me with its long, hot shaft
of endless sunlight through shady canopy breaking.
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