You failure of a poet!
Tarrying in limp indicatives,
Divorcing imperatives like a faithless groom.
You chisel verses like:
“From yonder, drank the stars.”
You wed rhyme behind every feeble poem,
Instead of stitching soul to your hollowed hymns.
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 5:58 AM UTC
