Used a poetry challenge generator and here's what I came up with
Didn't entirely succeed, but a poem nonetheless.
Awake, half-flung from bed, a man waits
For the clock to cease its constant tic
Predictable as blooming flowers…
Droning, it continues to repeat
The echo of love’s death, cruel fate’s snip
Forcing him to pick and preen himself
Avoiding grief he still cannot greet.
Poetry by Ducks
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Written on 2021-05-14 at 21:00
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Didn't entirely succeed, but a poem nonetheless.
In the slowness of the early hours
In the slowness of the early hoursAwake, half-flung from bed, a man waits
For the clock to cease its constant tic
Predictable as blooming flowers…
Droning, it continues to repeat
The echo of love’s death, cruel fate’s snip
Forcing him to pick and preen himself
Avoiding grief he still cannot greet.
Poetry by Ducks
Read 260 times
Written on 2021-05-14 at 21:00
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