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Polyphonic prose_a rhythmical prose employing the poetic devices of alliteration and assonance..Sara

Then carefully she pushed the den back door And stepped into the messy strewn day room Dog bones, plates, cracker crumbs slung on the floor All it would take is a few sweeps of broom But__she was tired just bone tired of cleaning Picking up strewn this and that, folding clothes It seemed to be a life of no meaning Maybe I'll write some polyphonic prose "She sells seashells by the summer seashore" That's not mine but maybe I can write too Chihuahua can't chew gum chewings a chore Can you write one or don't you have a clue Now my tireness is gone no memory Of that worrying about backstory maintenant termine'

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M.I.A .

Date: 1/25/2012 2:09:00 AM

I'm actually feeling this too right now, soo much left undone. wonderful write Sara

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 1/23/2012 6:33:00 PM

enjoyed yet it hits home....

Bl Devnath

Date: 1/21/2012 9:20:00 AM

Though it is tired but after cleaning, it won it's goal. Wrote in depth, loved, bl

Joe Maverick

Date: 1/21/2012 8:54:00 AM

I can see a whole lot'a 'sperience talking here Sara..)

Elizabeth Wesley

Date: 1/20/2012 7:29:00 PM

Time to sit down and write a poem Sara, the mess can wait! Love it, so many can identify.

Jack Horne

Date: 1/20/2012 2:47:00 PM

Hope you don't really feel that tired, my friend. Lovely write

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 1/20/2012 12:29:00 PM

Sara, tiredisam... Is understandable..that's why I dont like starting something new...enjoyed..pd

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 1/20/2012 10:10:00 AM

Be glad that you are able to aford a pet and the pet has a bone to chew. The mess will keep till tomorrow let the sorrow rest tonight. Dust is but a cleansing of the air....pure air is a dusts desire. Meaning is not always the answer....to the question....contentment is the wisest attitude but hard to attain. I am blabbering I had two cups of coffee. The butcher really said that to me.

John Rhinem

Date: 1/20/2012 9:33:00 AM

Smile ˜ I just left your lovely daughter Doris's poem and she was talking about aquariums and fish, does your beauty know anything about that my dear? Perhaps your sweeet splendours could write about those fishies too? Along with your perfect prose, my love ˜ Always, John!:) ˜

Leo Larry Amadore

Date: 1/20/2012 9:30:00 AM

I eagerly await your last six lines, Sara...

Lucinda Cayton

Date: 1/20/2012 9:29:00 AM

so far so good. perhaps one should not enter as a friend, in such a mess. Many a times I went to see folks that lived in shacks, they would appologize, I say: I come to see you not your home. this shewn, as a writer my cottage got quite the mess, yet in an hour it was spotless and smells delightful. cleanliness is next to godliness, I guess, no one reaches perfection. love reading your work, and yes, that cloak was stolen, hooray, had no viruses either, just in loves passion, love is love in all differential. I love your nature writes, hope all is good with you Sara.