A Cywydd Llosgyrnog A leaf blown high into the sky lets out a wistful, knowing sigh: "Well, goodbye, my dearest friends." Distressed, his friends kick up a fuss: "This shall not stand! He's one of us!" Undone thus, all meet their ends.
Tag: Personification
You’d think, or: Wouldn’t you?
Slushy, or: Brain freeze
An elfchen Anxiety Slurps brains Loudly through straw Rapacious, obnoxious, unwanted guest Elfchen Elfchen Row Words Content 1 1 A thought, an object, a color, a smell or the like 2 2 What does the word from the first row do? 3 3 Where or how is the word of row 1? 4 4 What… Continue reading Slushy, or: Brain freeze
Last, or: First-past-the-post
One, or: Two lunes
Leave, or: Leaves
My 1st chōka 'Leaves and yellow curb' by Glenn Buttkus brown blanket threadbare tattered shivering bodies trampled by spiders succumbing to elements blown cold against curb blue pebbles await beyond golden barrier chance crevice veiled by despair only one dares hope haltingly extends upwards feeling its way to heaven d'Verse poetics prompt: 'Exploring the realm… Continue reading Leave, or: Leaves
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