Honey, they breathe. And I can pay no higher compliment to poetry; you can feel the tickle against the nape of the neck, sometimes it's light, sometimes it's hurricane (Michael Drayton is like that for me, "....shake hands forever...") but damn, they breathe.
Joyce ,'Never Leave Me'
The Great Write Way
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Really, thank you SO much.
And now I go to bed; I'm working tomorrow as long as my pain level is decent. Surgery Tuesday, and then the parts need to heal.
I hope to get some good writing done with my time off; certainly not the first week, when I'll be very drugged, but I hope the second week will be less drug-intensive, so I can do some writing.
Hell, my generation claims to have done most of its writing while drugged.
You go sleep, girly. Soon the back will be back to normal.
Steph, lovely work, especially the second.
Thanks, Knut! I admit the first was just a fun little one, although I really like it. It's got some substance in it, but also a lot of fun, whereas the second one is all a bunch of tangle-y feelings.
Wow!
I think I like the first better, but they are both great.I've only written structured poems for classes, and they were nothing to write home about. What makes an acrostic?
erika, an acrostic is where the first letter of each line spells a word, if you read it down.
Like this
Curled up in the window, yet
Alert to all the birds
That fly past.
See?
Ok. That makes sense.
Hmmm.
My living senses fail me.
Eyes that see no present or future
Moments of laughter and shadow
Only in this frozen breath of time passing.
Reality has a different taste:
You're lost to me.