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timepiececlock) wrote2003-11-10 10:27 pm
timepiececlock) wrote2003-11-10 10:27 pm
ok. Here it is.
I kinda cheated. It has 14 lines, the correct rhyme pattern, and is indeed written in iambic pentameter. However, the traditional order of ideas & follow-up content has been sadly neglected to make way for free-form imagination, if not meter.
Wriggle and tumble out into this sea
of damp scraggly grasses and faraway sky,
of brown weeds and shoots that brush-kiss your knee
and drop earth down your ankles from wind passers-by.
Watch out for brambles and roots that will trip,
swat back bold ticks and admire the way
light can fall through in a stream from a rip
in afternoon clouds of swallowing grey
to circle that tree atop a brown hill,
from beneath turn December to August
where an eight-summer girl stood and was thrilled.
How lonely children are nature's fondest,
moved sincere by a stroke in color of
each piece vein by vein that burned from above.
Wriggle and tumble out into this sea
of damp scraggly grasses and faraway sky,
of brown weeds and shoots that brush-kiss your knee
and drop earth down your ankles from wind passers-by.
Watch out for brambles and roots that will trip,
swat back bold ticks and admire the way
light can fall through in a stream from a rip
in afternoon clouds of swallowing grey
to circle that tree atop a brown hill,
from beneath turn December to August
where an eight-summer girl stood and was thrilled.
How lonely children are nature's fondest,
moved sincere by a stroke in color of
each piece vein by vein that burned from above.
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