poetic fragments

Feb 07, 2004 22:47

fragments of poetry penned without much seasoned
thought; taste like unripened fruit
unsweetened, yet awaiting
the harvest of craft

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weeping earnest ink onto paper,
random thoughts aplenty.
boredom from the poring over volumes
of knowledge;
deciphering just that hidden meaning
beneath the sheath, of thy humane eye.

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dementist_xer0x February 7 2004, 16:01:21 UTC
Is harvest craft, or is craft harvest? Just a thought.

(You see, you will be a good poet if you keep up at this, you just need to think seriously about what you are saying and so on. Of course, on my side, I will always be too lazy to write and thus never succeed at it.)

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Re: sardiuswinter_ February 8 2004, 10:20:27 UTC
i'll meditate upon that and make some corrections. soon =P

you're a great one at writing though, "Juxtaposition" became much better thanks to you.

thanks, pal, hope you are well.

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