Sixty syllables
I could write that line five times
- where’s the joy in that?
None that I can see.
But I’ll write of love.
in sixty syllables
too passionate a love,
burns hearts to cinders
in no time at all
before you have begun
its over and done.
A contest entry
- a poem in 60 minutes by DancingRed.
300 points, ended April 24, 2007, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Ms Kethry, you have been busy today. I like. Sometimes it last until they are sixty, and just sometimes sixty years too. --- Thank you.


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Short and clever, and filled with immense love. The first part made me smile, the ending makes me feel warm and fuzzy. Thanks for entering.

DancingRed.


