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Voyage to SPADE They'll be used; and played Mountains seem to retreat

What will be 'neath the rot & rust Merchants ignoring smoldering port Transport goods by ember lamps Before the world drops off into nothing Screed black-grey rainbow Sword and sandal clamour

Envoy to the kingdom of sheep Trade for straw and clay In the court of their three-horned king

Faux voussoirs catch up Racing on in-laid track Pass torch to cut paver Along the drunken soldiers

Sieving stone in a colander Tamper the screening Diving in shipwreck of rock Pry chest lid for the keystone To our fallen arch

Feel the mortar crumble in my knuckles They won't see the builder And I won't see the pilgrims On this walkway

Voyage to SPADE They'll be used; and played Mountains seem to retreat What will be 'neath the rot & rust Merchants ignoring smoldering port Transport goods by ember lamps Before the world drops off into nothing Screed black-grey rainbow Sword and sandal clamour Envoy to the kingdom of sheep Trade for straw and clay In the court of their three-horned king Faux voussoirs catch up Racing on in-laid track Pass torch to cut paver Along the drunken soldiers Sieving stone in a colander Tamper the screening Diving in shipwreck of rock Pry chest lid for the keystone To our fallen arch Feel the mortar crumble in my knuckles They won't see the builder And I won't see the pilgrims On this walkway

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I have no comment on the poem, if that what it is. The picture is of paving stones AKA pavers. Bricklaying is nothing like putting down paving stones except that they can, as in this picture, look like bricks.

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Yeah, You have to use a variety of words sometimes, nigger. I make mention of pavers obviously, but the title is accessible, and like most of mine, encourages exploration in either generalities, or seemingly unrelated specifics. writing is two years old, I'm trying to break writers block, I did thee stone wall garden too, and I'm trying to impress Theo you faggot. Jesus. Do you wanna get punched in the dick

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For someone who appears to be asking a bunch of strangers for approval you have an oddly antagonistic way of following up. Calling something by the wrong name could be considered poetic licence, I suppose, but in this case you are just plain wrong. Get over it.

As far as your writing goes I tried a couple times to read it but the haphazard word choices and lack of meter made my brain go Nope. You can say that it's my loss, but I'd disagree with you on that as well.

Calling yourself a writer is about as accurate as calling paving stones bricks. And you can't call it writers block when you're not a writer.

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There is no meter. And I do know Theo. This is how you get punched in the dick

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Also, bricklayer's Musings sounds better than pavers Musings