Free verse № 30596
with no words to write
with no words to write, I'm writing a poem
a psalm of remembrance for words that once were
spun wholecloth from ethers, the ethereal nothing
and embroidered with thoughts I can't grasp.
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Free verse № 30596
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spun wholecloth from ethers, the ethereal nothing
Your last line--the change in rhythm--seems to fall flat.
I like the idea of this a lot, just needs some refining, I think.
yeah. 'ethers', the more I look at it, fails somehow. maybe 'embers' would work. that ties in lost things, and a touch of fire which I always love... :)
erm. which one? :)
-zarina
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