A limerick The greatest poets can make do without prose, for they vast worlds in flowing poems compose. Whereas I'm of weak stuff; these threadbare lines ain't enough to draw truths from my depths; and it shows...
Tag: Self-doubt
Regret, or: More often
Be for, or: Before
My 2nd Alouette Oft, I underrate My own some-day fate... Feeling I'm here for my child, Hoping to bequeath Firm blade for her sheath, Of many insights compiled. I'm mostly of thoughts And abandoned soughts, Verses my greatest pleasure. I pen ever more, Hoping that before End, she's sure of her measure. The Alouette This… Continue reading Be for, or: Before
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