He cradled pieces
of poetry that
no longer
made much sense
He'd add a word,
here and there
or change some
misused tense
But from metaphors
forgotten to a flow
that slowed to still
the penman died
a lonely death
from all that
moved his quill
Beautiful words
from a dying man -
had he lived and
loved at all
but who will know or
care enough to brace
the penman's fall?
May 27, 2024
May 27, 2024 at 11:29 PM UTC
He cradled pieces
of poetry that
no longer
made much sense
He'd add a word,
here and there
or change some
misused tense
But from metaphors
forgotten to a flow
that slowed to still
the penman died
a lonely death
from all that
moved his quill
Beautiful words
from a dying man -
had he lived and
loved at all
but who will know or
care enough to brace
the penman's fall?
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