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Current mood:  chill Category: Writing and Poetry
i'm still toying around with this one too. i've had the first line for a couple of years but for some reason, at a second look, some other lines showed up on the page too.
his face is poetry
with like and as for eyes
his ears awaiting pages
listening for the ink of what i feel and think
he prays in simile
avoids hyperbole and hypocrisy
his gait is free verse
rhyme unrehearsed, a cool original
the echo of his end rhyme
lingers in the mind
his imagination knows no parameters
he blinks in iambic pentameter
he is a stanza becoming a ballad by the line
i count his every syllable just to keep time
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Left
By Eric Roberson
Release date: 2007-06-26 |
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4:13 PM
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