Napowrimo April 26, 2022
As unexpected as finding on the moon,
A tumble dryer, transported by hot air balloon,
By palomino mice playing a Beethoven tune,
On blancmange bassons .
To erode the whole of Everest’s peaks,
By splitting rocks to make them weak,
Then through fossilised fissures icy fingers seek,
To havoc wreak.
Then wind does scrape with diamond teeth,
The sands that once lay deep beneath
The oceans cold and dark and deep,
On which now floats a wreath.
And on that wreath there is a name,
Of once mountainous heroic fame,
Now into the sea it bleeds with shame,
Never, ever to be the same again.
Missives & Musings 
Love this, melancholy and alliteration both present, my kinda poem 😉
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Thank you very much
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I love this, Graham! 💕🙂
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Thanks Harmony
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That first stanza pulled me right up there with the tumble dryer — and from there, the view was lovely, indeed.
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It oddly enough set the opposite tone for the rest of it. Thank you
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Glad you enjoyed the ride.
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Promethean !
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Thank you
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Thank you so much
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This is a splendid read, and great use of alliteration and rhyme.
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Thanks for reading Misky
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Thnaks Misky
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