It's been over a month since I've written a good poem... 48 days to be exact. This would have to be a dry spell... I only wrote 2 good poems in March, 4 in February, 5 in January... The writing bug is on the decline poetry-wise, I guess... Last April, I wrote 8 good poems. Same for April 2003. 10 in April 2002
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The haunted glare of summer
awash throughout the sea and attitudes
grow forth, blooming like wildflowers
begging for the sun;
How children do mesmerize themselves
in the fields and play-grounds of freedom
while responsible ones toil
under the same sun,
in the same fields,
With naught but a glance at the flowers
of summer.
Well, yes that was crap, but still, just mess around with words. I wanted to use "Alacrity" but I wasn't sure where to put it...
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>_>
*hurries away*
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