Mine!
Reclaim
priceless art–
a dreamers’ ache—
Antiquity sold
stings like venomous asp!
Treacherys’ stolen repose….
Forgiveness curdles my stomach
as I vomit out expletives!
Generations raped from my stewards’ grasp.
I wrote a series of poems following a devastating robbery. This poem describes my feelings after losing a family heirloom entrusted to me.
Etheree Poetic Form: 10 line stanza, each line increasing the syllable by 1.
Picture: fantasyartdesign.com
Fantasies of a Forlorn Fairy 
‘explicatives’ do you mean expletives?
Otherwise very interesting.
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Oooo bad misspelling indeed….although vomiting logic to a boy who is the poster child of illogic has a purpose in this piece. But, I will change it, thank you Mr S!
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vomiting explicatives sounds extremely dangerous!
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It was. A very bad episode indeed. Not one I am proud of, I hit my wall. But I think that the marriage of those two words were pretty spot on for the situation.
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