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Aligned Left Version:
Why do I hear rhymes,
when there are none to hear?
Why do I feel a rhythmic bounce
without drums beat?
Have I tapped into
the poetry of life?
Is this the music
of the land
pulsing from my vein
spurting red notes
by knifes
composing edge?
Behold,
a refreshing calm,
where final breaths skip
on hopscotch lights
dimming grey
entering the birth
of death
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oh oh oh i get to be the first person to tell you how awesome the look of this poem is!!!
what you did with “spirting” is so fitting, so subtle and so … spirting. love it.
the shape and shades drew me right in!
though, you missed out an “i” in the third line (or did you? i think you might have).
Whoa, where did the “I” go? LOL! I guess my mind must have kept filling in the blank for me. Thank you for pointing that out Katy. I went through some different shapes and individual word designs on this poem, and I ended up removing most of it and just leaving what you see here. Too much of that kind of stuff can actually be distracting, thats why I go with just a few subtle accents. Thank you for your approval!
Very Nice poem, Travis, shape and impression. Thanks! And Nice site! Thanks!
Dan, Thank you…you’re welcome to stop by anytime!