Poemranker [Poem: lament and retrograde] [by Don-Quixote] Thu Apr 18 03:06:39 PDT 2024

words quiet sighs chaining me yet, my hands are deformed not fit to hold pen or pencil with eyes non compos mentis directing its course obstinate, demand to be given a wheelchair since legs do not have strength to stand or walk. too proud to crawl

[n/a] impert&ent @ 82.36.27.74 | 17-Sep-03/7:40 AM | Reply

Tis fine. Even though I misread/rewrote the last line as I read it: Too proud to scrawl.

[n/a] DreamerSupreme @ 66.81.145.47 > impert&ent | 18-Sep-03/10:05 AM | Reply

-smile- indeed, you are a poet. nice suggestion, but like nentwined said, it would require cutting/modifying the wheelchair bit.. hrmm.. i might write a second version.

thanks.

[8] DurtKL @ 24.160.181.70 | 17-Sep-03/12:57 PM | Reply

pretty good stuff
hello

[n/a] DreamerSupreme @ 66.81.145.47 > DurtKL | 18-Sep-03/10:06 AM | Reply

long time no see, where have you been?

[7] nentwined @ 209.31.226.178 | 17-Sep-03/6:22 PM | Reply

I like 'too proud to scrawl' (as elsewhere read), though then the wheelchair might need something to replace it.

interesting, though. :) 7.

[n/a] DreamerSupreme @ 66.81.145.47 > nentwined | 18-Sep-03/10:06 AM | Reply

thanks. :)