CactusA Poem by Ocean DoubtfireThis is the first in a form I created- 15 lines of 6 syllables then 5 then 4 and repeat. I would name the form after the original poem so a poem in this form is a 'cactus'.She bought me a cactus and she would come round and water it until it overflowed, and then she didn't. And so the drips from the puddle on my windowsill dried up, and the mould died, and yet the cactus lived. So now and then, when I think of her- although I never had a need of cacti- I water it. © 2022 Ocean Doubtfire |
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Added on July 24, 2022 Last Updated on July 24, 2022 AuthorOcean DoubtfireOxford, Oxfordshire, United KingdomAboutYoung genius, Oxford born. Working class but cultured. Unlucky in love. Troubled and eccentric family. Familiar with the fringes of society. Never short of material. more..Writing
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