The Road To Damascus


(Enigmatic, fleeting)
Made him grovel,
Forswear his faulty murderous



Poetry challenge #6: Cinquain


3WW Week No. 454

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on November 18, 2015, in Cinquain and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. well done how you put this all together.

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    • Thank you, Sheilagh. I appreciate your kind words. I have been over to your site to check out your contribution, but I can never get BlogSpot to accept/recognise any comments I try to make. It is very frustrating. It leaves me looking as if I haven’t bothered, which is not the case.


  2. How I wish that feeling was more widespread. I noted your reply to Sheilagh and I had that same problem in reverse with WordPress a few years ago. Eventually I took out an identity with them so am now accepted freely. That might work the same way with Blogspot.

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