Shrinker Poem by Kim Barney
Shrinker
Rating: ★4.5
Pentameter is what I used to be.
Now I'm something less, as you can see.
Just what am I supposed to be?
I keep losing syllables.
If I don't stop shrinking
Then I am thinking
That pretty soon
There will be
Nothing
Left.
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: poem,poems,poetry,humor
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I called this poem 'Shrinker' because each line contains one fewer syllable than the previous line. Please see my poem 'Expander', which does just the opposite. Each line contains one syllable more than the previous line. Also see 'Square Poems', where the number of lines in the poem is the same as the number of syllables per line. This poem was written 12 May 2015 in Recife, Brazil.
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5/9/2024 10:35:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
great picture. reminds me of my third wife. :) bri