Away up high, apple of the sacred eye
Beat the true one, then away did fly
Over hill, over dale, down to bracken
So to battle with lowborn Kracken
Til the very tides ran, to and fro, red
Til no more did beast raise head
Just another saga, here now gone
To delight jaded world moving on
linaji
I WILL BE LINKING.. JUST GOT HOME.. BEEN GONE ALL EVENING.. THIS FEELS VERY GOOD AND RIGHT.. YOUR FORM OF POETRY IS SO OLD.. AND I CAN’T GET THAT NAME YET BUT I WILL .. YOU KNOW LIKE 1920’S? OR EARLIER.. any way.. I will be posting tonite sometime before bed.. xoxo
Arletta replied
My poetry is like denial, pretense in action; forging on for a few spaces and then petering out lest, in the further journeying, some truth might be uncovered.
Okay, it’s not always, I’m just feeling worn out and cynical.
It is hard to remember of what, once, one was capable; but to no longer remember how to meander down the now long and winding road that leads to your (own) door.
This should probably be in a journal somewhere. lol
I mean: thank you! I’m glad you liked it. It’s just that I used to write much longer ones, full of much richer vocabulary; so to speak.
linaji
USED TO SMOOHED TOO.. LOVE FOR NOW IS ALL I NEED!! PAST IS GIVING YOU NOW!
XOXO I LIKE IT!