WE WRITE POEMS
'Take the last line of one of your own poems and make it the first line of a new one.'
The words in blue are the last lines of an old poem called 'Letters'.
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/letters.html
THE SMOOTHING
'Take the last line of one of your own poems and make it the first line of a new one.'
The words in blue are the last lines of an old poem called 'Letters'.
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/letters.html
THE SMOOTHING
Faded ink and faded paper;
Faded words and faded dreams.
Faded words and faded dreams.
Names and faces half-forgotten;
Residues of shattered schemes.
Once it seemed recall would hurt me;
Bitterness would rule the day.
Once it seemed I'd hurt for ever,
Wishing memories away.
Did he deal with me unfairly?
Did I hate him for a while?
Now old age has smoothed the creases;
I can think of him and smile.
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PERFECT PALETTE
The trees stand up like brushes
Against the morning sky.
We can almost hear them thinking
Which colour shall I try?'
The palette is so varied,
It must make them all rejoice.
Count the colours if you can.
You'll see they're spoilt for choice.
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4 comments:
As always your words are a glorious pallette/ palate for all the senses.:O)
The first one made me smile! Its true time heals - but thats the last thing you want to hear at the time!!
I enjoyed both of these very much, and empathised with the first - been there, done that ...
Loved both of these. The creases, smoothing, and smiles were especially charming!
Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/one-for-we-write-poems/
PS the Captcha code was "recon," exactly what we're doing! Funny.
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