My apologies on the late prompt posting. At least you didn’t have to wait as long as he did. Don’t make your poetry wait to be posted to the comments below.
My apologies on the late prompt posting. At least you didn’t have to wait as long as he did. Don’t make your poetry wait to be posted to the comments below.
Oh Octavian
Even your monuments are pocked
You never were that good looking
Is Clodia laughing now?
Reaching for cane
I see my face
lined and ruddy
Gravity 1, Skin 0
I grab my hat
and take the dog for a walk
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Posted by Chris Clarke | August 7, 2020, 3:05 PMVery nice. That’s one contest we’re all going to lose.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | August 7, 2020, 7:15 PMHe thought it would be longer
His heart lost fibrous strength
As shadows ebbed and flowed
Long gone was his soul
Watching from the scoop of the moon
Worried no more
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | August 6, 2020, 7:36 PMExcellent work!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | August 6, 2020, 8:06 PMThank you!
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | August 6, 2020, 9:01 PM