you can’t hide coming to grips
with wrestling boy
in a world that always wins
stark dark dog eyes
sometimes growl
sometimes whine
then close in dreams of lunch
horror tells
whore to hurry
watch raggedy run
time’s always short
go ahead roll the dice
the dog is hungry
there’s lye to cure the lice
55 word poem
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Very dark but I like its sense of irony
Thanks Sue! I do have a tendency to run on the dark side I'm afraid!
Another 55 word poem! I think the are taking over the blog!
How are you?
There was an interesting food programme on tonight. The world's best seafood dish. You'll never guess what it was...
And did you know that this comment is also exactly 55 words long (if you count 55 as one word)?
That should say - they, are taking over the blog.
I like the poem - I forgot to say that. Not too dark. Bit edgy. Nice.
Now I've left an extra comma in. It's getting late, I should be in bed...
Thanks Roger! Yes the 55s have been a lot of fun, something there needs to be more of in the poetry community!
Ah, Sea Bass, I have enjoyed that poem over and over!
Ever since your new poem about writing in the dark, I've got this image of a very nocturnal poet. Get some rest, Roger, a new day is already preparing to dawn in Central Asia.
another crisp fifty-fiver...am jealous of your talent. :)
Thanks my sweet Gulnaz! There's nothing to be jelous about, you have more talent than I (and most of us) could ever dream about. Just left a comment on your great, and very sensous, new poem! Thanks for the wonderful comment!
No - it wasn't sea bass.
Second was lobster thermidor. It would have to be something good to beat that wouldn't it?
Thermidor is classic with its harmonies and variations on rich and sweet. A classical ballet danced brightly across the tongue. What was the winner Roger?
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