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Post by daena on Aug 21, 2005 11:04:01 GMT -5
This is a little poem I had placed at the Oaken Dawn, my homeland where I doth reside. I hope ye like it. Somebody's MuseWhere graceful stood the ancient oak, that gently swayed on evening's breeze, a voice that whispered as it spoke, did draw me closer with its tease. Beneath the shielding boughs he lay, lost to thoughts of a museless kiss, the sun upon his brow did play, and in his solitude was bliss. His feather tapped against his lip, he spoke a verse or two in rhyme, but after that his muse did slip, far and away through distant time. "Tell me erato, didst thou fly?" I hear him whisper 'neath his breath, "Hast thou forsaken me..and why?" then slumped he down as if in death. My heart was breaking from his plight, and there my talents I did use, to softly goad him back to right, 'twas fun to be somebody's muse.
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Post by Shades on Aug 21, 2005 11:28:00 GMT -5
That was veeeeeeeery good, I love it how you can make a poem ABAB CDCD EFEF etc. and not make it sound stupid and childish, it is lovely how you do this.
-Shades, Admin,
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Post by daena on Aug 21, 2005 11:54:03 GMT -5
*Blushes deeply* Be thanked, kind sir. I enjoy many styles to the writing of poetry. I am overjoyed that thou didst like this one.
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Post by Shades on Aug 21, 2005 11:59:53 GMT -5
Oh did I ever! -Shades, Admin.
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