It's National Poetry Month. I know what your thinking? "There's a month devoted to undecipherable lengths of text! What the hell is poetry anyway?"
A friend of mine suggest writing every day even if it's just a couple of lines. It doesn't have to be good, just take a few minutes, alone, and be who you really are.
HALT, WHO GOES THERE
I, tickle and delighted
Burgeoning flowering trees
Puffy upside down clouds
Darting rapier humming birds
Guard fortresses of lavender
Blood red royal feathers glisten and thrill
In the blaze of the sun
The Statement: I will draw your blood red as
the color of my throat
My sword is small, yes
But true and will not fail
Screw your courage to the sticking place
Face the truth
Who are you, really?
by Luce
© 2008
2 comments:
Excellent.
Roses are red, violets are blue. You have a nose, like a B-52.
Steve
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