Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Restrictions: You may only use the vowels A, E, & I. You may not use the letters L or D. Your poem must be at least six lines long. Each line must have at least 3 words. Your poem must make sense. Saint Ram never regret, never repent Pikes prick his fingers, his wrist, his heart, rest where thighs meet, wetting satin britches tinging what he screams with aching anger: never regret, never repent, remember the pain. Man the ramparts! I ain't Saint Ram.1 We fight this satanic king. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.276.J8] (9.noviembre.2021) 11 lines In response to "Sacrificial Lamb" for:
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