new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
The metre here: those four last steady syllables writing off the Homeric dawn. I imagine a war cemetery.
Thanks, Duncan; as for the "war" cemetery, could very well have been but in this case it was the local congested one caught very early one morning as I rode slowly by on my bicycle.
The metre here: those four last steady syllables writing off the Homeric dawn.
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Thanks, Duncan; as for the "war" cemetery, could very well have been but in this case it was the local congested one caught very early one morning as I rode slowly by on my bicycle.
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