wooper had a pretty fork
we took it when we ran
there’s so few ways to
retain sane
like a pretty fork can
her pretty fork and her Mi-mou
the only things that mattered
whenever we escaped his rage
and peaceful life got shattered
and then along came akj,
our 3rd, our musketeer,
and ak had a fancy spoon
that he held near and dear
cutlery defined us then
it helped us cope with life
his the spoon
hers the fork
mine the bloody knife
© 2015 kStan(ly) Lanning
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I like how unpredictable the free verse writings are. Untraceable but definitely a joy to read!
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thanks! it took me many years to get comfortable with free verse.
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Wow! Your poem has as much impact as whatever hit this glass. Powerful, K!!!! I like it a lot.
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thank you. i didn’t really feel how intense it was until i started to read it to my daughter to get her ok to post it. couldn’t get past the 2nd line. had to email it to her for her ok.
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