
This short poem was inspired by Kira’s Sunday Scribbles, click on this link below:
In a desolate lumber less landscape
We climb a mountain of our immature dreams
only to ski into the mouth of a monster,
life is never quite what it seems.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 07/January/2019
I have also been inspired by the following prompt words,
Very good!
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Thank you. A short poem but hopefully still meaningful. π
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It is. ππ
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That monsters name is Death. I have heard that there’s no escaping him.
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And he has a voracious appetite too π
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Actually…. that’s Frank. He has a glandular problem.
Lol jk
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hahaha ππ
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Wonderful!
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Thank you π
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Happy New Year to you and yours also, Kristian! Thank you for this fun poem! πππΌ
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You’re welcome. Glad you liked it. π
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