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There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Uncannily answered

Unarmored,
When the question was posed,
Unsolicited at that moment,
Unappreciated in the
Usual unglamorous environing,
Until
The unintelligible
Unconcealed itself
And
Unhindered
The
Uncomplicated.
No longer unanswered,
No longer unrequited,
The undying proclamation
Was
Unbridled uncontrollably,
Unabashedly,
And then
Umpteen times.
Undulated heart’s
Unflinching sound
Encompassed unanimously.
The susurrations of
Seemingly unmanageable
"I do"
Unearthly unmistakable.



6 comments:

  1. I think you win the award for the most U's in a post. :)

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  2. Very clever poem. Enjoyed it!

    I'm having fun with poetry this month too, though not quite so alliteratively. :-)

    Laurel's Leaves

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    1. Thank you so much Laurel. I am glad to have you visiting here. I will definitely drop by your blog to read your poetry

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