A beautiful poem was alive in my head-
Pillaged by a new thought, all the poetry fled.
What were the words? I cant remember!
My brain isn’t working, my thoughts dismembered...
Great, now the poem is dead!
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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Comments (2)
Your use of rhyming and imagery in the limerick is impressive and engaging, and it's great to see you challenging yourself to try new forms of poetry.💗💖💝
Oh true story!!! This happens all the time to me, very relatable. Great work, loved it :)