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Again January 19, 2014

Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Poetry, Word Play.
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IMGP1696aLife is so negative
That I cannot be positive

About anything at all

Why are we born?
To feel sad and forlorn?

It all makes me feel small

Why can’t life
Be more like love’s free fall?

Then, I could smile

The harder we fall
The higher we fly

Oh, wait, I’ve got that backwards

Aah . . . that’s better!


Eeyore-SittingPoetry Prompt:  Write an angst-ridden poem, riddled with hopelessness.   Bonus points for making us laugh out loud.

You have captured the angst
That swirls round their ranks
Their words are absurd
But they want to be heard
And that’s why their poetry tanks!

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How do you respond to angst-riddled poetry?

Do hopeless poems pull you down the mole hole, blocking out the sun?  Or are you inclined to think of examples to counter the expressed despair?

Do you “buy in” or “opt out”?

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