implicit : Writing

For She is Sleep

For She is Sleep

A Poem by implicit


This is one of two versions of this work. It is unclear which is the earlier version.
[Can You See the Tree in the Square]

[Can You See the Tree in the Square]

A Poem by implicit


This unnamed work uses it's first line as a title.
Foliage

Foliage

A Poem by implicit


I see only leaves Yet with them variety- Some brown, turned to dust with a breeze Some green, dancing with gaiety Some crushed under feet Some or..
[I Wish I Had]

[I Wish I Had]

A Poem by implicit


This unnamed work takes it's first line as a title.
Lines Composed at Tollgate Road

Lines Composed at Tollgate Road

A Poem by implicit


How lovely is the shoot That sprouts from a minuscule seed, Not long after it first takes root It's adorned with magnificent leaves!
What Nobody Knows

What Nobody Knows

A Poem by implicit


Nobody knows Where the terramelons grow Nobody knows A good price for clothes Or the best recipe for scones Or how to read prose Or the Bolly-Wa..
Our Things Sing of Some "Thing"

Our Things Sing of Some "Thing"

A Poem by implicit


He is not a thing. but whatever
[To the Tune of a] Morning Dove

[To the Tune of a] Morning Dove

A Poem by implicit


This work's true name is "Morning Dove"
To Fly Together, Two Flies Must Gather

To Fly Together, Two Flies Must Gather

A Poem by implicit


To fly together, two flies must gatherAnd weather whatever will comeAnd whether or notThey like to be a knotThey surely will not be undone
the Thief's Lost Friend

the Thief's Lost Friend

A Poem by implicit


The thief went into the woods again To find a long-forgotten friend The thief still bore his gentle friend's name But all else had changed The f..

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