David Wood

Gold Star - 12,216 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

When - Poem by David Wood

I write
Languid lines
That fills this page
That weaves this new plot
Of loves labours
Or past loves
It is

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A doodle I did intend, not to drive you round the bend. A lighter look at the poets mind is something I've yet to find.

(A doodle on syllables)

Comments about When by David Wood

  • Valerie Dohren (5/10/2013 2:59:00 PM)

    Short and sweet, the poet's treat. (Report) Reply

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  • Diane Hine (5/9/2013 8:36:00 PM)

    A delightful doodle. (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (5/8/2013 10:19:00 AM)

    languid lines are weight less like a soul it doodles initially but later after it pervades feeling like connected with heaven I think so......past is always with us it gives the bump thanks a lot (Report) Reply

  • Babatunde Aremu (5/8/2013 8:46:00 AM)

    Such languid lines are emotional and nostalgic. Great poem, keep writing (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (5/8/2013 5:49:00 AM)

    loves labor, good love. thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 8, 2013

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