Monday, September 22, 2014

A very short poem...

What wish a dream.
What fear seen.
Alone by day.
Visited by night.
Pain relived amended.
Life seen pretended.
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5 comments:

  1. JessSeptember 22, 2014 5:45 PM

    People pay for that caliber of poetry. Finding them is the hard part. If you do, I have a few to peddle.

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  2. JeanSeptember 23, 2014 11:32 PM

    Thanks, Jess.
    If I find a market, I'll holler atcha.

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  3. DoomSeptember 25, 2014 12:19 AM

    Been there done that. I love it when a poem doesn't just fit, but works, and I know how. Good show.

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  4. the walking manSeptember 25, 2014 6:47 AM

    I just wish it all wasn't so wearying.

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  5. JeanSeptember 25, 2014 11:49 AM

    Doom, a poem as a working puzzle. I like that.

    Mark, reviewing life can indeed be draining.

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