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Sunday, November 04, 2007

Now that's how you play Poetry Tag

The sound shook his bones
like a cymbal
crashing fast against his soul,

a soul detached from mind and body,
shivering in the dark
and fearing the coming light.

He fled to a dingy back alley
and waited. A wind rushed
to meet him at the end
with that terrible sound wound through it,

and all he could do was wonder if he remembered to lock his front door,
or if his memories would be taken away with his sanity.

He crouched down, curling into his grief,
and all he could do was fight for water memories and gas-lit stoves still on,
and a cardboard castle, while insensitive queen
did battle for the pawn of man, within his fragile mind.

3 MORE LINES ARE NEEDED FOR THIS POEM BEFORE IT CAN RETURN HOME TO Poets Who Blog. The last site this poem was on was A (de)finite problem with an in(de)finite solutions

If you want to add the next line, then comment tag and take the whole poem to your blog. Tell your readers that you found it here and that if they want to play here are the rules:

Comment TAG
Paste poem on your blog and add a line
mention what site the poem was on last

After the 19th line the poem should be returned to PWB by leaving the entire poem in the comments section there.

Thanks for helping our poem travel the blogosphere.


  • At 11/03/2007 01:28:00 PM, Blogger K.M.Ryan said…

    i would like to amend one of the lines that i wrote, since the newest line seems to make the previous one lacking the word "while" somewhere. so, if you could, please change the 15th line to "and a cardboard castle, while an insensitive queen..."

    KM Ryan

  • At 11/03/2007 01:31:00 PM, Blogger writerwoman said…

    Yep. I will change it right now.

    Sorry if my line messed up yours, slightly. :)

    Anyway, thanks for all your help with keeping this poem moving through the blogosphere.


  • At 11/03/2007 09:29:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…


    Let's do this! Rock!

  • At 11/03/2007 10:59:00 PM, Blogger jponce said…

    fragile from the brilliance of imagination splashing against the brow.
    Fragile from the intensity of doubt and sincerity. Caring yet daring you to be, more than you've imagined. You'll see.

  • At 11/03/2007 11:00:00 PM, Blogger jponce said…


  • At 11/03/2007 11:01:00 PM, Blogger jponce said…
    ???? guess I'm still a novice.


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