I (sometimes) call myself Mr. Pondersome. I'm a rather wordy, weirdy person. I say hullo a lot. I write a lot more. While you're here, why not give some of it a read?

Sunday, 25 August 2019

OLDOUNCE'S COFFIN (a.k.a. Why Antonym Poetry Is Tricky)

Tomorrow I was entertained
so I worked with an Oldounce's Coffin.

I pushed forward the last block
then ignored them staying forth and back,
clack and click.

Earlier I disregarded down 
and missed the night remaining into day
and the darkness was brightening slow.
So I started...

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