I've been sick in the last few days, puking et al, and so sometimes it feels good to speak to my void. I had a visitation from my muse to deposit the following words, but I haven't got the energy to make it into a sonnet yet. But here it is:
Loves lie loose around the cherry blossom
Smiling tears wash away with the morning dew
Spring up and descend with the rising sun
For supper meat; but for breakfast, eat love
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Scroggy hangs loose,
Around the streets of Maynooth,
To wipe his tears away.
But when a bird comes around,
It's unfortunate-she's quite round,
He says "sod it - think i will stick to being gay".
oh, poor S being sick. not sure about that poem Liam! hope to see y'all over the festive break, F.
Ick. love. but i do love the juxtaposition of "Spring" and "Descend".
What's your favorite of the seven deadly sins, Mr. Stephen?
Hello Stephen!
You should update this thing once in a while :)
I just wanted to say that my latest post is pretty angry towards men, but you are not included in the ones I am talking about. The ones who are willing to listen are always ok:)
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