When was the last time
That you picked a leaf
Studied its edges
Traced its veins
Write line after line
And you’ll be like me
Not seeing sedges
For the green
I try to find rhymes
So pleasant to read
Ignoring ledges
And their teeth
When was the last time
That you picked a leaf
Fell in the hedges
As your mind fledges
Just to find edges
Verity:
Edge of feign
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There is whimsy in this poem that I am simply drawn to!
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Aww thank you so much 🙂 I really appreciate that! It’s funny because it was written out of a place where I felt my whimsy slipping and wanted to use writing as a way to get back into it, so I’m glad it had that effect on you, too!
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Well, I would definitely say you are re-finding your whimsy!
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