a poem
Your poetry is magical, CJ. It is like a spiritual presence; it is sensed but cannot be comprehended.
Cheers KC - it's fun to let the ear lead sometimes, loosen up the meaning to let some magic in. Have a great day!
"By haggard droves of drowning
Drunks interred of boasted throats"
Your arrangement of stressed and unstressed syllables in this poem is magical, the rhythm, especially of these two lines.
I’ve been thinking a lot on rhythm lately, so its great to see you picked it up. Cheers Sharron - hope you have a lovely day!
🔥🔥🔥
Cheers Kyle, and for the re-stack!
Absolutely, brother
Your poetry is magical, CJ. It is like a spiritual presence; it is sensed but cannot be comprehended.
Cheers KC - it's fun to let the ear lead sometimes, loosen up the meaning to let some magic in. Have a great day!
"By haggard droves of drowning
Drunks interred of boasted throats"
Your arrangement of stressed and unstressed syllables in this poem is magical, the rhythm, especially of these two lines.
I’ve been thinking a lot on rhythm lately, so its great to see you picked it up. Cheers Sharron - hope you have a lovely day!
🔥🔥🔥
Cheers Kyle, and for the re-stack!
Absolutely, brother