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Forced March
Tropical beach
Wearing my white suits
Using my white magic
The waves rhapsodizing about unseen horizons
Appetite for keyboards and monitors
This poetry mania is based on odysseys
Distant thoughts are in turmoil
A joyride turning into a forced march
Semi-surreal life
I succumb to myself
Fictional or otherwise
Inspiration drying up
It works better in nightmares because it rhymes
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Published 6th Nov 2017
| Edited 11th Nov 2017
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7th Nov 2017 2:36pm
The form on this is very interesting. The half-rhyme of horizons falling into rhymes is fantastic. While I'm certain it would still be rythmic if those two lines were divided, it wouldn't appear as waves licking the shore, would it?
* cough "trumoil" cough *
Aside from that, this is a very astute verse about reaching the end of something as far as it can go, but not letting go. It's a unique subject not many could successfully write about. You encapsulated it perfectly.
* cough "trumoil" cough *
Aside from that, this is a very astute verse about reaching the end of something as far as it can go, but not letting go. It's a unique subject not many could successfully write about. You encapsulated it perfectly.
11th Nov 2017 3:15pm
