Back to the futile
by Laura Doom
Too awful for words;
at least, those that pass
Not surprising, then
I haven't got a clue
when it comes to righting
the write thing.
So I'll continue
sitting on offence,
if that's my wrong,
are written on the waul.
Posted on 08/26/2009
Copyright © 2020 Laura Doom
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 08/26/09 at 03:55 PM|
Very well done m'lady. Words like colors have more shades than we can name and more spellings than we can accept. It maybe why we txt s mch.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/26/09 at 08:23 PM|
Clever play with words, loved "sitting on offense", and had to look up "waul", which now will haunt me listening for your words. Thank you.
|Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/27/09 at 04:11 PM|
I note that your alter natives yet play forwards. In all resiliency, I bask.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/29/09 at 11:03 AM|
I am waul awhere of the difaculty of witch you reefer and yet somehow we manage to achieve the very thing we had not intendead as our lot is e'er in the throes of originality and for such our efforts will ne'er be throne for a loss.
|Posted by Johanna May on 01/12/13 at 02:17 PM|
Cheeky poem, I enjoyed the audible enjoyment you had crafting this. Xx