silver moonlight hits hard rocks drenched in apprehension blasphemy will follow can't shed lingering aromas though... drenched in apprehension pain finds its place after joy can't shed lingering aromas though... those moments feel like eternity pain finds its place after joy women are born to be non-existent those moments feel like eternity they give me an identity women are born to be non-existent their existence is minimized but I have discovered my identity I intend to stay with it… their identity is minimized silver moonlight hits hard rocks but I intend to stay with it let the blasphemy follow… (99 words)
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Oh, wow, powerful poetry digging up painful truths. I loved the poetic form, too.
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Thanks! The basic pantoum format has been modified to fit in with the word limit. It cannot be called a pantoum anymore.
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I like the form your 99 words took. I love the line ‘silver moonlight….’
And yes, let the blasphemy follow!
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Thank you, D.Avery!
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A very sad lament – wish things such as this weren’t true, but it is good our minds work such that we can get around it.
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Agree. Thank you so much!
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