New Poetland

The author, well affright in desperation
Admonishes his quill with concentration,
As men may conquer pangs of death
Or sheep may conjure dragon's breath.

I do enjoy when things connect
As Gods of Greece or bards or Brecht.
But when the stars of dust collide,
I simply die inside.

You wanna visit?

Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2009-11-18 at 09:37

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Hi, gr8 to see you writing again.
Missed you! Like your poem
as always style and sparkle
with your poet's quill dipped
in ink where your creative
mind paints words pieced
like a masterpiece never seen.

Most definitely want to visit.
And sometimes I think I have lived there too, in the new Poetland.