Trance had fallen deeply,
thoughts like popcorn rose,
and on the track of purpose,
the emperor was born.
Skin had shrivelled readily,
like bacon slowly fried,
and in the depths of distance;
age did slow incline.
There was no way of being,
there was no place to find,
rank and youth forgotten;
truth to self not blind.
http://redwolfpoems.wordpress.com/2014/09/24/we-wordle-27/
thoughts like popcorn rose,
and on the track of purpose,
the emperor was born.
Skin had shrivelled readily,
like bacon slowly fried,
and in the depths of distance;
age did slow incline.
There was no way of being,
there was no place to find,
rank and youth forgotten;
truth to self not blind.
http://redwolfpoems.wordpress.com/2014/09/24/we-wordle-27/
(If this posts twice I'm sorry) This is so good that the required words just disappear. Great job and lovely poem.
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Hank
youth forgotten............ Beautifully written.
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