Hit it! Ride the Valkyries! Thunder the plain and score the clay. Burn the ocean with the engines plunged deep to the plunder Ride the saving swell to the tops of the mountains To the blue, the purple, the waving peonies of the glacier fields.
One of my Irregular Writing Outlets. Each poem is written in under a minute. Like this one, except it's not really a poem, because it's missing an image.
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My comments, like my poems
Are crafted like artisian chairs
Not spat out in a minute
If I could time myself at all
For I have lost my watch.
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