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)
NaPo invites us to write of an historic event; PAD asks for a six-word poem. (Six-word poems are usually written as one-liners, but I thought this one worked better broken into two-word lines.)
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Yes, brevity works. A sad history in the making.
ReplyDeleteYes, 'history in the making' – exactly. And yes.very sad.
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