Prompt: Make a pattern of repetitions.
Source: languageisavirus.com
Response: Sans Sand
shapeless sands sift and shift
while the wind whines and winds -
sent to saints of scented sands
where wind's woes wave worriedly
like lolling lilies and lilacs
on green grasses going grainy
in lavender lakes - live and lie -
grand gained games.
the witch watches woefully
soft sands sifting, shifting,
in ways worn wandering
like sun shined sharpening
lady lone - lady lost
going in gratuitous gains.
lovely long lone lanes lack
gentle glazed grazing.
shapeless sand's shifting.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment