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Current Music:  "The Kiss" - Sins of Thy Beloved

NOTE:  2007 04 01  24H27 EST  Now - first attempt... 



- repost... once in a while, a poetry form for a personal challenge...


Rhopalic verse:  

with each line, the first word is one syllable, the second word two syllables, the third word three syllables, etc.

Schemed quiet divisions:  intricacies
Of unfelt commanding forgetfulness. 
The chartered underworlds, unyieldingly,
Now restrain overfilled expectations.

Hopes, heartaches, fantasies
Dance beside projection,
And within disbelief intensified,
Their simple existence disassembles.

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Written on 2021-07-19 at 13:24

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Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, the mutability of language is transformed into the art of life, well written.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! A complex structure very well Executed.

Steven Riddle
How very lovely—thank you. I’m not one for forms (my own tend to creak and rumble) but I love it when someone does them well, as here. Thank you.