I love writing a little poetry, you may have noticed? Anyway, I haven't for awhile now, nor have I been out and about with my camera, something that must be rectified; but this one suddenly hit me during my lunch break. I'm calling it Endangled, I'll explain why at the end . . .
Endangled;
Strewn
about
this pageless
Page.
Words,
Wriggling
Like likkle black
Worms
Purposelessness
being
their
destination . . .
Doullan.
So, Endangled - no such word, right? Fair enough, therefore it is my creation - so be it! It's a cross between entangled and dangled; you understand? The words are dangled and slightly entangled, which by default means they are, in their meaninglessness, Endangled!
