The final stanza replaces the sonnet couplet with a typical villanelle tercet. Linking this villonnet to Grace’s prompt at dVerse Poets pub. I was NOT going to write about fall, but here it is… ___ i sit on deck to soak in warm sunshinethis end of summer’s glow suits my skin...
And how little for it you're the worse. You eat, and you drink; when you rise in the morn, You are clothed; you have health and content; And you never have known, from the day you were born, What hunger or nakedness meant. The most which your bounty from you can subtract...
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Only Trust Him ( a poem about falling away from Christ ) Only Trust Him seeking, finding, turning away living your life in an unholy way a broken example of faith that's gone sour He has a message for you in this hour now is the moment ...More ...
If you have been Boo'ed, cut out the ghost and place it on or near your door so you won't be Boo-ed again. Before long you will have a neighborhood full of ghosts! Examples of "Boo" Bags Do you have a Blog with lots of pictures and information about "Booing"? e-mailinfo@been...
Briefly referring to her struggles more directly, the speaker informs her son that “The blood blooms clean / In you, ruby. / The pain / You wake to is not yours.” These assurances imply that the speaker is concerned about possibly imbuing her child with the troubles that she faces, ...
you would crack the sky like lightning, illuminating all my fears, my weaknesses, my sins. Massive the burden this flesh must learn to bear, like mules of love. For more information about Ellen Bass, please clickhere. Website Blog
12 October was the day you tasted the sweetness of breathing, Life and death in a perfect rhythm, From formless self you became a form with Name, From floating cloud you became rain and the whole sky Inside your Being, In a finite body you are infinite within, Only when you know your ...
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