![]() Blurring poetic lines.A Poem by Bare treesNo one wants to rhyme their poems the way that rhymes should be. They choose instead to write free verse, which leaves no fun for me. No one wants to meter poems the way the feet should go. They choose instead to add more beats, which screws up all the flow. No one wants to write their poems and go by all the rules. They choose instead to throw away the well-known, chosen tools. No one wants to work on their poems, but this I must confess: I chose one day to be the same. Am I as bad? Oh yes!
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Added on July 1, 2015Last Updated on December 15, 2024 Author![]() Bare treesNYAboutSometimes, the mind searches too much. It hunts excessively, and winds up in thickets at the lake of insomnia. The glint of contentment is barely visible through the forest of doubt; .. more..Writing
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