Nov 2018
emerald linen edged with jade
a book titled with my name
and it’s heavy.
i flip through the pages
but they’re blank.
or maybe they’re written
in a way i cannot see
or maybe it was never written at all.
or maybe it’s a reflection,
an empty book, an empty me.
& maybe I’ll write it someday.
a book titled with my name
and it’s heavy.
i flip through the pages
but they’re blank.
or maybe they’re written
in a way i cannot see
or maybe it was never written at all.
or maybe it’s a reflection,
an empty book, an empty me.
& maybe I’ll write it someday.
I had the pleasure of working with Boi again! This time I shared my poem and he gave me some awesome ideas for adding more concrete images into the poem. If you'd like to check out Boi's awesome work, you can find it here: https://hellopoetry.com/swoopingevil/
Thank you, Boi!
Original (11/19):
a book with my name on it.
i flip through the pages.
but they're blank
or maybe i just can't read them
or maybe it was never written
and maybe i'll write it one day.
Thank you, Boi!
Original (11/19):
a book with my name on it.
i flip through the pages.
but they're blank
or maybe i just can't read them
or maybe it was never written
and maybe i'll write it one day.
