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The Fire and The Wake
She's bright,just right,as she cast her spell upon the reflection of the desired wake.
Slowly falling into a trance, as she seeps below view into hiding.
A spell so mezmorizing yet lasting only a half day before she awakes and makes her way back to her stand.
Just as beuty always does!
UncleSlam
Slowly falling into a trance, as she seeps below view into hiding.
A spell so mezmorizing yet lasting only a half day before she awakes and makes her way back to her stand.
Just as beuty always does!
UncleSlam
Published 12th Jul 2021
Author's Note
A poem frestyled on twitter for realisticpoetry.
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15th Jul 2021 11:37am
I recently encountered a guy named Atticus, who posts on Instagram, which I think is very interesting. He posts snippets of longer pieces, or, just short writes... He maintains complete anonymity by wearing a mask at all times. I have briefly looked into this, but intend to look into it further.
In an interview, Atticus talks about "Instagram poetry as a gateway drug of poetry"... (how it is increasing awareness and interest in poetry)
What has been your experience posting poetry on twitter?
One other thing of note... Atticus talked about how once you start gaining a foothold, in this medium, there is the demand to constantly produce content.
In an interview, Atticus talks about "Instagram poetry as a gateway drug of poetry"... (how it is increasing awareness and interest in poetry)
What has been your experience posting poetry on twitter?
One other thing of note... Atticus talked about how once you start gaining a foothold, in this medium, there is the demand to constantly produce content.
16th Jul 2021 7:19am
He is probably right, however i have not gotten a foothold on twitter. Probably because of my political views. Hoping to get a foothold somewhere although and will be include over 2 dozen poems as an excerpt to my life story wich includes life in america as a first generation American who was framed over 7 times taking my life every time and even getting kidnapped by an officer in his official colors and vechicle, drove a hour out of the county and held in a mans jail for over a week in a 48man dorm fighting fir my life and anus on the daily. Still haven't got any justice to date but admittance by president Obamas office i shouldn't have ever seen a single day even if i had done what i was railroaded for by a child molester attornys from my past to keep me quite. It will be called and copyrighted as Inocence Spelt Rob B. Give me a couple more years still futile at moment and yes there's alot more to my horror story.
