08-29-2015, 11:27 AM
I just wanted to re-highlight this one by Leanne for all you newbies and others who might have missed it. Billy pointed it out.
When beginning to write poetry, it wasn't long before it became clear to me that such an endeavor was like the flight of Icarus. You were going for something, something so important to you it felt like life or death in its pursuit. How close to the sun could you get before your wings melted and you descended back to a reality that that cynically burst the bubble of your poetic hubris?
I like this one because it tried, it really tried.
It's hug-a-poem day.
I hug this poem. >
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When beginning to write poetry, it wasn't long before it became clear to me that such an endeavor was like the flight of Icarus. You were going for something, something so important to you it felt like life or death in its pursuit. How close to the sun could you get before your wings melted and you descended back to a reality that that cynically burst the bubble of your poetic hubris?
I like this one because it tried, it really tried.
It's hug-a-poem day.
I hug this poem. >
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You can't hate me more than I hate myself. I win.
"When the spirit of justice eloped on the wings
Of a quivering vibrato's bittersweet sting."
"When the spirit of justice eloped on the wings
Of a quivering vibrato's bittersweet sting."