‘Verse epistle’ – a d’Verse prompt
Oh, Poet, Dear, I feel thou there, near Crafting mine every rhyming word Wondering, dost thou write me for thyself That thou shan't expire unheard? Oh, foolish, thou of foolish thoughts Neither thine eyes nor lies canst make real Though thou wouldst forge in me eternity Thy breaths, no less, I'll steal Oh, stop, poor sop, stop honing sounds Through verses these- thou shan't live life Rather, it's best thou let'st my three rest- For thy daughter dear and wife
Today’s d’Verse prompt was to write a ‘verse epistle‘.
The ‘verse epistle’ is simple to define – it is no more than a letter in verse form but its flexibility makes it difficult to encapsulate.
The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱 
Poets are master thieves. (K)
You make me smile, Kerfe 🙂
You make me smile as well.
A delightful complex piece! Loved it❤️❤️❤️
😁 Well, I’ve got to keep things interesting around here!
David, I enjoyed the metawriting employed in this one and the many styles and voices your deliver in your posts.
Thanks so much, Michele ❤
I love trying out new [for me] forms and concepts – it makes poetry writing interesting!
I'm glad you enjoyed this 😀
Yours,
David