Poetry Pages

Sanskrit I pricked my finger And signed away my soul In Sanskrit, My blood seeping Between the fibres of the parchment, I left it there in the shadows Of years riding on the circle of the moon, Awaiting translation. It gathered dust, Became lost beneath lichen and moss, Buried whole Like Pompeii ru...

Oh my! This felt like it could have come straight out of my own pen! Really relate!

This is cool. Just quirky enough to tickle my fancy! It felt like a song to me

Is it hot in here?

Delightful!

Found my way back here

This is tender in it's sadness and dedication.

<center>The Wizard's Plight The wizard rummaged through old socks and bits of paper looking for the spell; he'd lost it quite some time ago, ‘bout the time the Roses clashed and Henry fell He’d thought of it quite often since wished he had it several times but never found it yet, always seemed to ge...

Nothing wrong with a good rhyme now and then :) ... within reason LOL

Enjoyed this :)

LOL I hear ya, Val!

good to see ya, girl :)

Nice one! Really enjoyed the read :)

This is done so very well. The back-and-forth of the emotions adds to the impact, and this really reaches deep to the reader.

You most certainly do capture the mood. It's just like that, isn't it :)

Thank you Phoenix. :)

Thanks

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Aw, thanks again, Debbie :)