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She Don't Like Roses
She caught me with her sister and she ran back out the door; I sent a dozen roses so she wouldn't be sore no more. Then, I went back home to see her expecting an embrace. Instead, she slapped me with those roses right across my face! Now, how was I supposed to know red roses she didn't like? For instead of an embrace--I was told to take a hike. Line count: 6 Rhyming couplet: aabb Meter: 14 syllables per line Rhyming couplets: https://www.youngwriters.co.uk/info/other/poetry-terms/rhyming-couplets Meter: https://www.masterclass.com/articles/poetry-101-what-is-meter-learn-the-differen... My thoughts: "Watsa Pome?"  |
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My writing doesn't follow any set genre, it's interdependent of my mood and all that's taking place in life. I'm still finding myself, what I write constitutes the markers along the path of that journey. With time, many things will manifest in my work and perhaps I will pursue one or two genres. For now, it's not, "What type of writing is my passion?"
"Writing is my passion."
