#jotting
Oh Big sky,
would you make me look pretty too?
Would my sickly veins be something of a golden hue?
Would my dim-lit soul be of an aura blue?
Apr 16, 2023
Apr 16, 2023 at 1:56 AM UTC
I can rhyme & riddle
Play violin & fiddle
I can write metaphors and paraphrase
Sit in a basement or stand on a stage
I can narrate comtemplations
And describe frustrations
I can sit in the shade and describe what I feel
I can recreate the impossible and make it seem real
I can write stories about feeling distant
And tell tall tales of commitment
I can write In riddles without clues
I can write on all shades of the blues
I can capture the experience of motion
and make time freeze in emotion
I can write to match my mood
I can write them eloquent or crude
But just because I wrote it
doesn't make me a poet
Poetry...
What is it?
Eh, I'll leave it to someone else.
This is just me
writing on myself
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 12:22 AM UTC
I decided to get this down
like clockwork,
then go paint.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC