as the oak is always the acorn,
so the poem is always the word,
no matter, how decimated the tree,
no matter, how faded
the word,
inside resides, the tree, awaiting the catalyst.
inside resides, the poem,
awaiting the esprit.
always, the essence remains,
embedded...
always, is the outcome, foreshadowed...
etched in, by a code,
known, only in it's base intricacy by one...
the creator.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
as the oak is always the acorn,
so the poem is always the word,
no matter, how decimated the tree,
no matter, how faded
the word,
inside resides, the tree, awaiting the catalyst.
inside resides, the poem,
awaiting the esprit.
always, the essence remains,
embedded...
always, is the outcome, foreshadowed...
etched in, by a code,
known, only in it's base intricacy by one...
the creator.
napo wrimo day 25
prompt; write a curtal sonnet.
this is as close as i could get to the prompt
not quiet there tho...
i have difficulty writing
in rhymed schemes
always have.....it is the price
one pays for being a spontaneous writer, i suppose.
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