Gary R. over at PoemofQuotes Blog started a group poem. You continue it on your own blog but let him know you added the next line.
It starts here and, as far as I can tell, the last person to play is here.
I'll play along next to keep the game going:
The forest sang of moans from years past,
while crumbling leaves of sorrow the blackbirds pecked for morsels--what luck!
Hidden among the knots and gnarls of bygone woes,
centuries of secrets stitched like a patchwork quilt.
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Thanks for the info! I added a line, and let the orig. writer know... Interesting project. I'm doing something similar with some other friends, but on audiotape, sending it from one poet to another.
I want to do this more!
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