Binding Wor(l)ds Together
Where myth and motherhood entwine into one woman's journey to wholeness.
Gakked from Barbara Jane
, and I talk and smile.
Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away
I let mine out, and chatter all the while.
I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day
Is any day that's spent without a friend,
With nothing much to do or hear or say.
I like to be with people, and depend
On company for being entertained;
Which seems a good solution, in the end.
What Poetry Form Are You?
To which, I have to wonder...what the *?! is a terza rima? To which Google replied
It's this thing.
To which I replied, "Oh that's....weird...ummm...kinda uptight...complex...so that means I must be..."
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