Tag: Diminished Hexaverse
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A Diminished Hexaverse for Poetic Bloomings
Beyond Rust and Red My pen grows silent as a silhouette. I write of life, write with dues of truth’s bones. Beyond rust and red. My first poem was red like that. An untidy dark appetite. Like father’s final words, gone unheard. He slept, We slept. Silence. Poet form: “Diminished Hexaverse” — A…
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