Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Poem-A-Day: Day 293

Sonnet #58 (Fill in the Blanks)
Stop… …dead.
Drop… …letters
into… …red
slots… …better
construe… …things;
nots… …those
words… …brings
unsaid… …prose.
Herds… …crowds
ahead… …scorning
life… …shrouds,
hate… …mourning
strife… …and praise,
fate… …and days.

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