Homonym Hymn
Octpowrimo is almost done.
Covered in ashen grey and dusty dun.
For what it has given, it now is owed.
To this event I shall compose an ode.
What started in leafy fire has ended in winter rime,
A dying coal of word, meter, and rhyme.
The varied parts grow more than the 31 day sum.
Fun for most, heart rending for some.
We've stepped out on a limb and broken the bough.
We've let arrow straight words twang from our bow.
The comments were 'the bomb' and a balm to read
Choosing not to break ego's already bruised reed
What a cool tribute! I only contributed 2 poems but since I'm part of a group blog, I guess I can say that overall it was a triumph!
ReplyDeleteLove it! Nicely written.
ReplyDeleteLove the writing and the sentiments. It has been a great month!
ReplyDeleteThat was cool how you used homonyms as the rhymes. Very clever.
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