Dry spells results in a cry, do tell. A Poetic Practice
Filling the lungs inhale
Like thousands of flies buzzing
Choking like rough hay bale.
Like third world suffering
Maybe watering if bothered
Let it thrive living.
Your vision strains eyes squint
No water, grass all brown
Dry air don't play with flint.
Even a good drop of sweat
A little breeze just to cope
Gentle touch skins cool and wet.
I can't seem to find the mojo to write a poem I can say sings true in me as I write them. This current practice is not up to par and I apologize for even posting it but I have to document what I write so I can later on look at it and hope I can learn where I can improve. It is ambiguous but not enough and the meanings I had tried to outline without spelling them out seems to be beyond even myself when I read the poem again.
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nganong alimoot akong feeling gabasa sa imong poem? hahaha
Kay init man ang kwarto.
Tungod sa ukay ukay...😎
the worst poem you do write is infinitely better than the best one you never set down.
this is fine, and you have a good start point to redraught as the ideas firm up
This is beautiful and acceptable and i am glad you shared it in..
Glad the poem sings to you.
It does and thanks once again for sharing
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