Like a Bird With No Wings
The easiest thing to do is nothing;
Yet, nothing is like a bird with no wings;
Why should I crawl, when I was born to fly?
Consumed by time, afraid to even try.
No thing becomes easy without effort.
Is life something anyone should abort?
The conceptions of thoughts become deeds done;
Was born to live — dying’s not an option.
Rawland
We become what we think about...think about that.
I am heroic couplets; most precise
And fond of order. Planned and structured. Nice.
I know, of course, just what I want; I know,
As well, what I will do to make it so.
This doesn't mean that I attempt to shun
Excitement, entertainment, pleasure, fun;
But they must keep their place, like all the rest;
They might be good, but ordered life is best. |
What Poetry Form Are You?
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By Rawland
© 2008 Rawland
(All rights reserved) This week in FOS we're asking the question - What form of poetry
am I? The answer determines the form used above!
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