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Rondelet: Stuck In a Hole

Rondelet Stuck in a hole Ear-drums bursting from crumpled sound Stuck in a hole Secret wire-tapping sin soul Loss of sleep is thunder unbound Death is a noise heart-beats confound Stuck in a hole (c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 12/19/2012 10:14:00 PM

T, congratulations with your awesome win in Debbie's "Rondelets OR Simply 7 lines" contest... always~ pd

T Wignesan
Date: 12/19/2012 11:56:00 PM

As I said to Debbie - see here below - I don't know what the hullaballoo is about. I'm none the wiser nor wealthier. It was just a mere five lines - with two repetitions/refrains. This doesn't mean I'm not in your debt again for the same error, and will have to remember you in my will. EGW- Wignesan

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/16/2012 11:03:00 AM

Nicely done. Congratulations.

T Wignesan
Date: 12/19/2012 11:51:00 PM

There you go again, you PS beauties! Whilst I'm willing to lap up the "soup", I don't really see why. I didn't enter the contest to win. I merely responded to an invitation from Debbie. Besides, I had no idea there was a thematic handcuff on my wrists. In any case, I checked my bank account: it's in the red. No cause for celebration. Many thanks. Every good wish. Wignesan

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 12/14/2012 4:13:00 PM

IF the theme had not been kindness or nature..this would have ranked much higher for you used the form most excellently. Congrad's on your win. Light & Love

T Wignesan
Date: 12/15/2012 3:28:00 AM

Hello Debbie! Right now, when America is mourning a gruesome tragedy, it would seem quite flippant and even insensitive to lay claim to the worth of poetical forms or genres. With all respect to your own aesthetic judgment, I don't feel this's the moment to wax poetic. For the love of Newtown children, let's call it a day. Every good wish. Maybe another day... Wignesan

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 12/10/2012 3:33:00 PM

T W, love it....pd

T Wignesan
Date: 12/11/2012 2:12:00 AM

Thanks very much, and I mean it from the tréfonds de mon... I wish I had the time to rove over the site and say the same. I know it's rather mean of me, but I can't quite help it. Every good wish. Wignesan