Poetry on adrenaline
13 Jan 2013 2 Comments
in Iambic Pentameter, Poetry
What happens when you suddenly make the move
And run to start the idea you’ve just had?
How could you shatter such a brilliant bulb
That just was held aloft above your head?
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Jan 13, 2013 @ 22:44:42
Brilliant, David! I agree.
Jan 13, 2013 @ 23:01:58
Thank you! This always happens to me–I’ll get an idea and rush off to do it, only to find it’s gone.
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