poetic fragments

Feb 07, 2004 22:47

fragments of poetry penned without much seasoned
thought; taste like unripened fruit
unsweetened, yet awaiting
the harvest of craft

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weeping earnest ink onto paper,
random thoughts aplenty.
boredom from the poring over volumes
of knowledge;
deciphering just that hidden meaning
beneath the sheath, of thy humane eye.
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