Beaten heart,
your heart is bleating,
afflicted, forlorn lover of a lamb.
Disconsolate crestfallen lamb,
this brutal beating, from your bloody heart,
bedevils my ears, burgeoning bleating.
It cannot button up this incessant bleating,
lupine lover, laced up lamb;
ardor never pleases your ravenous heart,
a beating heart bleating; a werewolf lamb baiting.


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Beating heart is bleating. The first line I thought you had a typo then I got to the end and "got it"
Jennifer, thank you so much for the feature, you are very kind. See Susan Budig's post on Tritina for an explanation of the form.
wild horses and shackles
Blessings and best wishes - S.
dizzying~intricately so~images like a rainbow of colors~
And I owe you a letter!
yrs.
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Andrea, Thank you for your lavish praise. No worries, I am always pleased to hear from you - whenever you have time to write.
Simply great to read these words of yours after being absent.
Very clever, very, very much so, my dear Atticus. To make us smile and think all on the same page!
Much thanks Barbary, I appreciate very much you stopping by to read. I hope you are feeling well. - Love the post on Iris.