Sunday, August 23, 2009


Yeah, never gonna get the weeks done right. So here's a poem anyway. This is called a Rictameter but it's got a bit of a twist in that the letter "a" is unused.

Euphonies rise
Through the sweet solitude
Found strung through roiling symphony
Between bell tolls ringing out rhythmic tones.
There lies the fine truth of sound's hushed neighbor:
Expression muted holds no lure
Devoid sweet unbound
Sound to couple

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