transmutation
Once upon a time in far-away lands,
there lived a short tale that,
before it had a chance
to stretch its wings,
wilted, just as
an epigram
began.
Category: rwp | Tags: 23:30, rwp 7 comments »
if we didn't, where would we be?
Once upon a time in far-away lands,
there lived a short tale that,
before it had a chance
to stretch its wings,
wilted, just as
an epigram
began.
Category: rwp | Tags: 23:30, rwp 7 comments »
April 23rd, 2010 at 1:16 pm
HA!
April 23rd, 2010 at 2:02 pm
That’ll give me something to chew on. Nice work.
April 23rd, 2010 at 5:04 pm
Like so many of mine that have wilted. Good one!
April 23rd, 2010 at 5:17 pm
I like this…nice work with making the form reflect the meaning of the poem.
April 23rd, 2010 at 9:40 pm
Fabulous. I think my poem today is a bit wilted.
April 23rd, 2010 at 10:44 pm
Nicely done!
Pamela
April 23rd, 2010 at 11:37 pm
Love where you went with the idea.