over the net
I see the rest,
the world is guest
my keyboard's set
strategic quirk,
I press the held
the pace is fast
faster then fun
and run is won
over the net
I see the best,
the word is quest
my screen is fest
fantasy desk,
I am the first
second and third,
memory race
I am the game
Last edited by cacian; 10-26-2012 at 04:15 AM.
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
This is one of those poems that demonstrates that there is only so far you can strain the relationship between language and meaning. Playing around with language is fun, but when the words just become placeholders for sound - then there is no point to reading it.
I wrote a poem on a leaf and it blew away...
Charles thank you for the feedback.
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
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