Totally Optional Prompts suggests an anaphora form for this week.
by no means what it seems
fragile dawn breaks free
shows the book of greed
dusk hides sins of day
blurs veracity of life
by no means what it seems
by no means what it seems
dreams slip into the dark
reaching hands still seek
rain cleans the clouds
sheds dirt and mould
by no means what it seems
♥~~~♥~~~♥
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14 comments:
I love all the "ee" sounds you put into this poem. Well done!
An air of mystery to this.
Nothing ever is - and opinions always differ.
Interesting philosophical poem ... things, indeed, are many times opposed to what they "seem".
philosophical ... willtry this form !!
I love the rhythm. Nice one.
my mind kept wanting to say by no means necessary. I realize that makes no sense other than the sound and familiarity.
Thanks for the read.
A thought-provoking poem! I've never heard of anaphora before, but I've certainly read many examples of them, now that I know what it is:)
I missed your "Frost in February"--lovely use of imagery and a great description of the month.
Thanks for visiting Wed. and for your well wishes; my father is doing much better.
I've been back to read over these again; you make me think. Very well done with this form.
Nice blog. My sister likes to do poetry.
Great rhythm throughout and love the mysterious feel.
I never thought about the parts of the day this way before! And I love the image of the rain cleaning the clouds!
Lovely poem!
Lovely movement here.....great imagery too.
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