Rime

Nicholas Browning

 

If it wasn't, then it is,

As it stands, the morose, lonely

Neck of a flower that once bloomed,

And while it rests,

 

A forgotten piece, nestled in

The wastes of a field

That bore it, stiffened

By rime without a reason.

  • Author: Nicholas Browning (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 10th, 2023 04:38
  • Comment from author about the poem: Hello everyone, just stopping by to drop this off. A lot has happened since I last posted, and unfortunately I can't get into it. Still working on the book though. Hope you all are doing well.
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Comments2

  • orchidee

    You used that spellchecker? Rime? heehee. Cooeee, I'm still here! lol.

    • Nicholas Browning

      Haha, glad you're still around ole' buddy

    • Goldfinch60

      Good to see you back Nicholas with such fine words.

      Andy

      • Nicholas Browning

        Thanks much Andy. Glad to see you're still around and writing too, been keeping up with your wise words!

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you Nicholas.



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