Drip,
Drip,
The dull drool
That drowns out the day;
A dacapo of the dampness
That dances
Like a dart
To the dale of decay.
Lich,
Lich,
Lifeless limb
Lackadaisically lies;
A lachrymose of the languid
That laughs
Darting loose
To the lake’s Lorelei.
This is my kind of poetry- the kind that focuses attention to individual word and phonetic sounds. Your poem is such fun to read, I also love use of idiosyncratic words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Dante, I remember this one. It's one of my favorites. The alliteration is great and the sound fun despite the fact that I still get a somewhat morbid image of a lifeless body floating along the bank of a river somewhere. Great poem.