Caveat: Poem #1890 “Or you could just say he tripped and fell” 2021-10-03, 05:42 2023-03-22 A Daily Poem / Blank verse / Book 3 / Couplets and Quatrains / My Poetry & Fiction ㅁ The dark was absolute, obsessive, blind; it piled up like an angry ghost, dismissed, and lashing out it sent the author down till spinning like a leaf he tasted mud. – a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter). Previous PostCaveat: Tree #989 Next PostCaveat: Tree #990