An American Sentence XVII
The poet hand-claps rhythmic sevens synchs wordplay tight, no repeats.
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This is exactly what I do when I abandon my beloved free verse to meters and rhyme schemes! “rhythmic sevens synchs” is so much fun to say! Nicely done!
Lol, me too!
By the way, I saw a spectacled planter at Trader Joe’s the other day that looked awfully familiar… 😉
Must be kin!
Doesn’t get much denser than this, Pam!
🙂 love what the train brings!
Tight wordplay, indeed! Well done.
🙂
I’m now wondering about the titles for these pieces. Do the numbers continue from last year?
Yes! I am using the last year’s sentences as prompts for this years internal train ride as opposed to last year’s seeing who was boarding. Having fun!
Again, Pam’s good choices here, create their own music, rattling the rails.
🙂