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Friday, November 16, 2012

I knew birds would never sing again

I knew birds would never sing again.
I knew brooks would dry up.
Although new walls had been built,
I knew they would fall down.
The leaping phantoms 
that could only be figments of my imagination
kept screaming hollow echoes through the woods,
and I knew I would stay in this rocky place
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Wordle 82
The words to play with were:
although new walls never birds wood
phantom brook rocky hollow leaping dry

The Sunday Whirl


Elizabeth said...

Your verse is haunting, like the feeling after great or sudden loss. This comes from the heart,


J Cosmo Newbery said...

Full of emotion. Well done for getting all the words into something so tight.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

The speaker is apparently very persistent. Not stupid, I think, but persistent in putting up with a less-than-ideal situation, perhaps because she knows, deep in her soul, that she has been called to this place.

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