He didn't want to do it with skill,
He'd had enough of skill. If he never saw
Another villanelle, it would be too soon;
And the same went for sonnets. If it had been
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'Soap bubbles are the skipping stones. Wonderful inference. Congrats on modern poet of the Day.
a thought provoking write that worms it's way into ones? ....... brain!
So there he was, this forty-year-old teen-ager Dreaming preposterous mergers and divisions Of vowels like water, consonants like rock. An interesting poem with soap bubbles and skipping stones. Enjoyed reading it.
Verseballs of PoemHunter.com take note: you have been called to task. Take your fingers out of your ears, or out of your arseholes, open your eyes with wonder and worry whether you have a thought in your head with enough substance that it may be polished and perfected with the hard abrasive of applied rigor to bring awe and amazement to the life of another.
Such an interesting write by Howard Nemerov👍👍👍