I've been trying to come up with my own version and it's a lot harder than one might think. It's impossible to prove linguistically, but I imagine that the complication increases exponentially with the number of words in the square. There will be an imaginary prize for anyone who can post one in the comments.
I am
Am I?
She has eyes
Has she sense
Eyes sense me
I suppose I have a blog
Suppose I should
I should
Have
A
Blog
Damn. And he made it rhyme.
Clever clogs
well, this is a terrible poem, but I think it barely works.
ReplyDeleteI love to experience the storms,
love to feel the rain and
to feel the thrill that's thunder;
experience the thrill of wet sand.
the rain that's wet. Wind and
storms and thunder; sand and lightning.
Lone Wolf, I'm with you, but thought I'd share the something I came up with.
ReplyDeleteAs ever your hair winks,
ever I eye that turn.
Your eye pierces through me,
hair that through ages dazzled,
winks turn me dazzled, woozy.
By God, this is all putting me to shame. I must try harder. Brilliant.
ReplyDeleteNow this, this I'm pretty proud of.
ReplyDeleteUnder heaven I can sojourn,
Heaven barely can I see,
I can languish or remember,
can I? Or, unwilling, flee?
Sojourn, See, Remember, Flee... Surrender.
Betterer and betterer.
ReplyDeleteWhat are you doing there now?
ReplyDeleteAre days spent thus largely gone?
You spent your time gifts wisely.
Doing thus, time cannot bear enough.
There, largely, gifts bear forever onward,
Now gone, wisely enough, onward forever.
These are simply splendid (or complicatedly splendid, I suppose).
ReplyDeleteWonderful blog! I found it while surfing around on Yahoo News. Do you have any suggestions on how to get listed in Yahoo News? I’ve been trying for a while but I never seem to get there! Appreciate it.
ReplyDeletepersonalised mug gifts
The missing muse!
ReplyDelete(Square)
Mighty pen portrays in pain,
pen quilling the feelings and
portrays silhouette of tattered muses,
in hidden tears, it writes;
pain had devoured the mightiness.
24/08/2018
©MaiJamaa