Poetry Partners #8 'The Infinite Wisdom of Half Asleep', a poem by Rae Cod of 'Rae Cod's Writing' In that space before I wake up words are floating free Boundless without boundaries they make their call to me Rise NOW and place us on the page or we’ll forever flee I search for pen and… Continue reading Reason, or: Rhyme
My first seguidilla Sitting on hard chair I hear turbulent loud wind; nothing for it, but to heed tough forceful pounding; Tapping upon keys, imagination now thin; versing? Such folly. a d'Verse prompt The Seguidilla began as a popular dance song of Spain. The verse form was established and branched into variations by the 17th… Continue reading Pounding, or: Tapping
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