I wonder sometimes
why droll observations;
recollections of a personal and
sometimes confessional nature,
(interesting enough in themselves – if well-written),
get called “poems” when broken up by
weird line spacing. Nothing against
descriptive prose –
but I don’t think it is truly
Poetry. You can call it that
if you want; I don’t
mind.
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Beleagured – you are rarely guilty of this. I love your rhythm and rhyme!
I just wish you would get more incendiary sometimes…
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LOL! I like that. I really enjoy descriptive prose, but it’s not quite poetry, is it?
I saw this in a shop window, “I before E except after C. Weird, huh?” Just one of those brain teasers that has you searching for a hidden meaning.
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The only hidden meanings there are that there are exceptions to receipt of that rule! Which an efficient deity provides.
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Ha! Good one. ;)
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I do agree. In fact, much of the acclaimed blank verse would, to my mind, be improved by removing all the silly stops.
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Yes. It would be much more organic if they pulled out all those stops !
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*giggle* More in a-chord, in fact!
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