David Wood

Rookie - 82 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

When


When
I write
Languid lines
That fills this page
That weaves this new plot
Of loves labours
Or past loves
It is
Joy.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, May 08, 2013

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A doodle I did intend, not to drive you round the bend. A lighter look at the poets mind is something I've yet to find.

(A doodle on syllables)

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