Some attempts at poetry, euphuism and lyricism. I usually try to be true to the old form (the kind of poetry I grew up with) with most of my work but do occasionally write in the new age styles.
I've lately been trying for a very simple meter but hope to gravitate towards doing some good pieces in the iambic pentameter.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
lost farewell
With a quiet, lost farewell I leave,
this path that you are walking.
No role is there for words to play
when silence has been talking.
Though you never looked this way,
I have held your hand so long.
Warmth of my grip will fade to quetch;
just how you did me wrong.
Labels:
Modern Life,
New,
Sad
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