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Stressed Unstressed
by Clara Mae GregoryI AM BIC sick-
Soused sourdough
Rising covered
in a glass bowl-
A blasphemy's breadstick.
I AM BIC sick-
Digesting half-baked words explicit-
Morsels of minutely measured rhyme
placed within pentametered lines,
And as the oven burns each bite more bitter,
I swallow each charred scar
with a sip of the living waters where...
I AM BIC fixed. 11/19/2011 Author's Note: "I AM BIC" is a play on words and translates "I am a bit (sick)....it also stands for iambic, as in a poetry form known as an iambic pentameter. Other than that, you can probably figure out the rest. lol..Sometims I write something just for the "sounds" and not so much for "logic"
Posted on 11/19/2011
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory
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| Posted by Laura Doom on 11/20/11 at 02:26 PM An alliterative allegory that suggests your pen is delivering the black stuff with a flow of metrical bipolarity that renders opposites attractive -- poetic sustenance for subsistence... |
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