Rumour Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
Rumour
Shall you converse
in betrayel of my name?
My siblings, too
thought by you,
are adverse.
How counts the evil
of the street
measured with words
and borne by feet?
Follow the echo....
Succoured by ignorance
of a matrix told,
spoken in chance
from a web that's old.
A very clever use of words Sally to describe rumour or gossip if I read it correctly? Nice one.
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4/25/2024 3:27:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
How counts the evil of the street measured with words and borne by feet? If I have rightly understood what you wanted to say by this, I must say you have a way with words! The last stanza is fabulous!