We would indeed be in a sad state of affairs w/o the luxury of air conditioning. I'm looking forward to the time of year when it isn't necessary (although in Texas, that window is short).
Don't get me started on the difference between the lyricism of Ryan Tedder and that of Dan Reynolds Dan is a poet; I can point out at least one of ID's songs that has a perfectly symmetrical syllable count. Ryan leaves more up to the skill of his voice...
Thank you for that, Kiya - it's not many brave the wilds of my portfolio to discover my little 8-line poems, so it's wonderful to have some feedback on them. Much appreciated!
Wonderful poem that links footprints to bits and pieces of our memories over the years.
As we get older, we do leave a mark behind - footprints if you will - and even as they fade away, they'll always linger and be a reminder of what we once were.
Thanks for sharing this poignant piece with us, and keep on writing!
To dream of life before the Tower of Babel
when understanding all each of us was able,
no need then for hours spent in language school,
in broad agreement we all shared, even the fool.
No coded conversations quiet in the pub,
no circumlocutions, we’d all know the nub,
no wars to fight, no differences to air and cite,
boredom rife and individuality beyond our might.
Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 08.23.25
Prompt: Write an archaic poem.
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