HollowA Poem by Poetic License
Hollow.
One step forward. Two steps back. Three to the side. And bow. Purgatory waltz. Never quite arriving. A spin and away. A careless thought. And memory. Hollow. Drumming heart. Rawhide stretched taut. Rawhide stretching still. Teaching. Pace. Quicker. Lighter. Slower. Ponderous. Madness. Yet we dance on. And on. And on. And bow.
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Added on September 4, 2018 Last Updated on September 4, 2018 AuthorPoetic LicenseChallis, IDAboutThere is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. - Hemingway Fyrene ond fæhðe fela missera, singale sæce, sibbe ne wolde wið manna hwone m&ae.. more..Writing
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