This one was rather uninspired, so I had little motivation to polish it. 8 and 6 syllable lines with direct or slant rhyme on even-line pairs. Weakly instated alternating ba-BAH meter. This is a good example of a poem that later getting scrapped for spare parts. Check out the post prior to this one for a chance to win a gift card, right now if you entered... you'd win by default.
Well, I Like the First Few Lines
I've practiced conversations
I doubt I'll ever speak
A dozen words deleted
For every one you'll read
I've wondered what adventures wait
If we were once again
So daft and rash and worry-free
And eager to pretend
It's often unproductive though
To dwell on "could've been"
It's better leave it rest and sleep
And see who dreams therein
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1 comment:
who spoesn,t imagine what ifs? I do it all the time. I survived on it growing up. silence was survival
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