Nick Kasparie

[T. F. B.] (3-30-94 / Quincy, IL.)

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  • S. A. S. (7/9/2013 4:37:00 PM)

    I read about a half dozen poems and found they moved easily, the rhymes did not seem forced. However, the content seems reined in by the rhyme. I wonder if you've ever tried to follow the rhythm of the language, and not the rhyme...perhaps to see if the content takes you further?

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Red

I came upon an apple tree
And there it hung, deliciously
A dozen feet or somewhere close
I spied an apple, and engrossed
I stared and wondered what I’d do
Its height was great, so I withdrew
I sat atop a dead old stump
And checked my hand for any trump
Completely vexed by my great strife

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