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Ears, Take Heed
Contributed by
Invierno
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Thursday, 10th December 2015 @ 07:51:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
HumorPoetry
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I pulled my six stringed pen to me
and played on paper air to feel,
gone like dust and not to be
as if it was never real.
Higher lower songsy words
spake soft then harsh from E to E,
floating to my ears I heard
a wordless poem I played for me.
My box of string of curved design
unaccomplished I yet free of fret,
the sounds I coax should be a sign
to stick with ink without regret.
Copyright ©
Invierno
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2015-12-10 19:51:45]
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Re: Ears, Take Heed
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by speedy on
Friday, 11th December 2015 @ 04:04:23 PM AEST
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Thanks for the chuckle - I needed it.
Great write.
Hannah B |
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Re: Ears, Take Heed
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by unknown_utopia on
Monday, 14th March 2016 @ 11:16:31 PM AEST
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Not so silly
our pens are a poets instrument,
thanx for sharing. |
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