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I'm a word chaser.
Balancing the syllables
death is my metre!

death is my metre.
Still, ease the wind in your hair,
as if it were ours.

As if it were ours
We still thunder from the sky
Humid autumn night

(Great, someone else is awake!)

Humid autumn night
Save some of this cold for then --
warming the winter

Warming the winter
Soft flannel sheets on bear skin
His hand warm in mine

His hand warm in mine
his heart was yet to thaw out
I'm working on it

I'm working on it
like planes love destination,
working on going.

Working on going
but the wine was too bubbly
my chair swallowed me

Working on going
Where is there, that, I don't care
A glow precedes me. (changed it as I messed up the syllable count)

...

My chair swallowed me
Aeons ago, never spat out
I made myself home.

Edit: Wow I messed this whole thing up it seems...

A daze leads me,
The old will scold me, the wise,
regret my absence.

Regret my absence
It won't happen as I messed up
This game of poetry.

Jon, where did you pull that beginning line from? ;)

I made myself home
but when my id was comfy
someone threw me out


ARGH ... Etienne, it is not you -- it is all in the timing, ha ha!

This game of poetry
becomes like the cat and mouse
darting all around

Quote:

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Originally Posted by kiz_paws

Jon, where did you pull that beginning line from? ;)

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My fault! my fault! leave me alone!

EDIT: See, still?

Darting all around
So confused, what is this curse?
O! The jester's time!

My humblest of apologies, then, to you, Jon. And Etienne, don't worry, if you go back and read this whole thread, you will see even crazier muddles. :)

Who's next?

Go Etienne Go!!! Yea yea, I love it!!! Kizzer too!