We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

28.4.24

Deadly


You've caught me dead to rights,

busy cutting out all the dead wood.

Well, look, they’re a dead loss, 

every one of them. They’re dead to me!

You’re dead right – I’m better off

without those old, deadly bad habits!

 


The NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a sijo – one of my favourite forms to play with. I like to write them as three lines and then break those into six. The Poem a Day prompt was to write 'a dead poem.' And suddenly we're very near the end of April! I decided just to have a bit of fun with this one. 



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