It’s been a minute since I posted anything other than what I’ve had to for class, and I suppose this is no different in that aspect, but at least this blog post assignment is better as far as creative freedom goes. And would I be myself if I didn’t choose to post a lil’ bit of poetry?
AKA the lil’ bit of poetry I’ve managed to generate in the last however-long-it’s-been. I’ll warn you, it’s pitiful.
Good news is, a few of my poetry pals and I now make up our school’s very own Poetry Club! This is great, first of all because it exists and second of all because it’ll force me to write, which is a catharsis I desperately need.
So, without further ado, I present a rather poetic mad lib thingamabop born in Poetry Club. Poetry Pal Destiny has shared custody. It doesn’t make much sense at all, but I love it nonetheless, as I do all my poem children.
She jumps poetic–
beyond father, beyond shoe,
like flower petal, leaps eternally,
because turned pages weep;
deeply, warily, you balance.