Croak

Posted by : RioZee Thursday, April 11, 2013

Begin thou poet,

Time runneth away,

Wait not for the words,

Take the shape,

For the time gone,

Is gone into a realm,

To be scrutinized,

And the sweet sour,

Fruits be delivered,

No questions asked,

Adding to the tonns,

Shoulders ready to croak.

(Written for NaPoWriMo 2013 - 30 Poems in 30 Days challenge!)

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  1. Anunoy SamantaApril 12, 2013 at 12:48 AM

    Whatz the matter Dada, you're using old school english quite a lot nowadays... and quite beautifully :-)

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  2. RioZeeApril 12, 2013 at 8:49 AM

    Thanks Doc. Trying to place words as they hit the mind.

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  3. RioZeeApril 12, 2013 at 10:04 PM

    Thanks sunita

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