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The Weaver of Words
I wove the words
The forgotten ways
I spun a web
Of the memory's days
I wished you well
What will be was
Words woke in the whim of the wild love
The forgotten ways
I spun a web
Of the memory's days
I wished you well
What will be was
Words woke in the whim of the wild love
Published 10th Jan 2013
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Anonymous
10th Jan 2013 7:29pm
Whoa, what swell alliteration in the last line!
A real gem in the form of brevity.
Commentary:
If I look at the pattern of your poem, does the second line maybe start with "of"?
Just a thought, as I say.
Thanks for sharing, J C.
Keep the ink a-flowing now!
Cheers
Tidespotter
A real gem in the form of brevity.
Commentary:
If I look at the pattern of your poem, does the second line maybe start with "of"?
Just a thought, as I say.
Thanks for sharing, J C.
Keep the ink a-flowing now!
Cheers
Tidespotter
12th Jan 2013 11:20pm
Hmmm, I'll be honest with you, I hadn't put an 'of' in front of it originally, but you're right, it is very very fitting - thanks for the heads up!
I'll consider adding it in - I just have this habit of never touching a poem once it's down and out on paper, but...
We'll see :)
I'm glad you liked it!
I'll consider adding it in - I just have this habit of never touching a poem once it's down and out on paper, but...
We'll see :)
I'm glad you liked it!
