05-11-2017, 04:24 AM
(05-10-2017, 05:08 AM)vagabond Wrote: the pain, the fear, the struggle.. the cruel truth.
i realize now why some things can´t be expressed in meter and rhyme.
But...
The whole poem, if laid out straight, is constructed of iambic feet:
it's bare you stare your windows thoughts your meaning movement moment you your stare
it's never now it's there the room emotions bled no mention of what can't be said
the dead what can't be said your stare it's bare the black the black it never gives us back
...and lord knows there is more than enough rhyme!
So this one IS expressed in meter and rhyme.
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions