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October 21 Poetry writing course: exercise fourPoetry
A net
A twined net
A twined nylon net
A net
A strained net
A strained struggling net
A net
A net brusquely breaking
With thin yarns of each breaks
Wafting, along the air it breaks
And the net beyond
A void
A misty mystery
An infinity October 16 Poetry writing course: exercise threeScheherzade of Rimsky-Korsakov
Billows tilting up and sinking down
To the heave of the melodious dawn
Equally with the rhythm of my heart
Where Violin overflows like a dart
Trembling and sobbing
Melancholic like my heart
Through the golden blurry bright
Sparkling is the radiating light
I shun from the real saying
Escaped from my inner being
Scared its keen subtle sensation
Slumping into deeper desolation
My heart weeping, to the
Nostalgic tune’s exhaling
Gigantic strings like the vast woods
The immense silence reveals the secret truth
The clarinet gliding, the wind sliding
The safe light of warming
Under which stones solemnly frolicking
On the dry soft field of the woods
I sail; glistening is the sea
Shivering wind circles salty moist
And sunlight pokes grayish mist
Drops of the light trickle down
Into the chromatic transparency
My heart weeping, to the
Nostalgic tune’s exhaling
The truth in the memory
The trace in the age-old imagery
I take on my grand black frock
Treading to the horizontal drippy sun
My head lowering in the gown
A divot of Primrose, a piece of sky
The ancient sight
My soul is there
The woods tilting up and sinking down
To the heave of my heart’s core
Deep in the forest are the remote echoes
With the clarinet gliding, the wind sliding
And the safe light of warming
Stones solemnly frolicking
On the dry field of the woods
I soar up to the azure,
Hovering and looking down
Transcending every dawn
I am free, in a splendid realm
October 06 Poetry writing course: exercise twoMemory
Desire twitching in my blood
I see your eyes
Penetrating the thick grey of mud
Fretted I am
On thorns of fierce flying flood
Seemingly a dice
At the extreme of the time
Stinging me for desires
I jump and override
For every calling it cried
Hammering at my core
Whenever I recall
The white shaded noon
With you roamed by the poon
I felt my sight, when
Looking up your profile
Melting in the light
Of radiating style
A stick simply can
Agitate me till stun
The memory with you
A memory
Never comes back again |
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