I decided to take up the challenge of writing one poem in a different genre per month. For the whole year. These are the rosy dreams of mine, of course, and we'll see how this actually turns out.
The first one is January, a Limerick:
the sparks flew up to abyss
and people cheered in bliss
then midnight struck
with the chime of the clock
and they embraced in a kiss
[24 January, 2008]
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1 sighs or salutations:
h, that is one heck of a good poem :)
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