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Fruition For the Beggar
how countless days were spent at stone-made wells
bent over, coin in shaking hand, to weave thy spells.
fruition leaps on beggars’ laps to bear
the gift of craved connections prior as dreams.
bent over, coin in shaking hand, to weave thy spells.
fruition leaps on beggars’ laps to bear
the gift of craved connections prior as dreams.
Published 23rd Aug 2022
Author's Note
A poem of a specific meter from my latest collection (My Butterfly Effect) that touches upon the topic of the desire for friendship.
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23rd Aug 2022 3:32pm
Congratulations on this and other published poems that you've written.
Maybe if you are willing you can possibly give some advice in a PM so that one can benefit from your wisdom.
It would be very informative to know how you went about getting your work out there to a wider readership.
Maybe if you are willing you can possibly give some advice in a PM so that one can benefit from your wisdom.
It would be very informative to know how you went about getting your work out there to a wider readership.
23rd Aug 2022 5:00pm
31st Dec 2023 4:55pm
11th Jan 2024 8:07pm
There's something like a Victorian elegance to these lines.
Very nice work!
Very nice work!
12th Jan 2024 10:47pm
Thank you very much!
It is probably the iambic pentameter regarding the "Victorian elegance".
It is probably the iambic pentameter regarding the "Victorian elegance".
