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Aug 03, 2022
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Misplaced
I sit often and cry
Not because I am hopeless
These wild tears are the result of
An over abundance of hope
Misplaced in a myriad of intention
About This Poem
Last Few Words: It speaks for itself really.
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - draft
Comments
Jackweb
2 years 11 months ago
Quintain reveals...
A poem of five lines. I think I need to make a new shift to try this form. Believe me, I find it difficult to compose a short verse like this.
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Michael Anthony
2 years 11 months ago
Excellent write RA! This
Excellent write RA! This spoke to the over-taxed optimist in many of us these days (my interpretation, at least), and I was impressed with the effective use of brevity - good stuff!
Best
Geezer
2 years 11 months ago
A mix...
of hopelessness and optimism, that could only be described as a dream of ecstatic promise.~ Geez.
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lovedly
2 years 11 months ago
UNLESS Gee one is HOPE..LESS
How will the seeds of OPTIMISM
FLOURISH
just wondering
Candlewitch
2 years 11 months ago
dear Tim,
I am relieved to learn that the tears are not born from any kind of pain. I like these lines best:
An over abundance of hope
Misplaced in a myriad of intention
*hugs, Cat