Imagine there are no figs in the world -- now in 3 words how would this impact poetry?
Perhaps, no poetry.
Or perhaps, poetry would go underground.
Fallow for a time.
Yet, the voice (or fruit) can't be squelched nor made extinct.
Will resurface when the time, the need arrive.
This melancholy arose in the daughter's heart when her companion could not be with her and the extra emptiness of her father's mystery seemed to haunt the daughter's morning
Where could they all be, these wandering beings? Sent out on an errand to find who sent the letter they had become the last layer of exasperation She began to resent the entire enterprise, again
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ReplyDeleteThis melancholy arose in the daughter's heart
when her companion could not be with her
and the extra emptiness of her father's mystery
seemed to haunt the daughter's morning
Where could they all be, these wandering beings?
Sent out on an errand to find who sent the letter
they had become the last layer of exasperation
She began to resent the entire enterprise, again