Wand’ring words
Bombard my lone mind,
All feelings slowly channel,
Soon, in fits and bursts they manifest
Replete with emotions strong,
Redundant and raw
The first draft…
Ruthlessly I chop,
Painstakingly I ponder,
And chisel my labored creation,
Succinct yet breathing with life…
I ink, harnessing
Wand’ring words.
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Poetry Style : Fox Septet
A 13 line 1 stanza non-rhyming poem
The first line is also the last line.
Syllable count : 3,5,7,9,7,5,3,5,7,9,7,5,3