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Tuesday, 9 July 2013

Block: a poem


Because when the music isn't coming, words are all there is... 


Block.

The passion, dissipated,
contemplates indolence.
The doleful absence,
a sense of hiatus
and high dudgeon
and does no good. 


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2 comments:

  1. Thanks for pointing me at this! I like it! Bill Homewood (@thefacebookpoet)

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    1. Thank you, Bill - that means a lot, coming from you. :)

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