
Etheree Poetry Form; consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables.
Coarse
and ripe,
half eaten
fermented lies
of an ugli fruit.
I choke on love’s vile dregs
offered on overripe days
when it is best not to inhale
the scent of roses ankle deep in
manure, aloof but still standing pretty.
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Author: Anita Lubesh
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now..
I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog.
I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.
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interesting form – and it really works here …. I love how it builds to the breaking point and then settles itself – the metaphors conjure such powerful images and emotions!
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Thank you!
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Cleverly done. A difficult form to execute effectively.
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Thank you, Chris.
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This is a beautiful form of poetry and it works well with your theme. Well done
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Thank you very much.
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