12-17-2015, 03:54 PM
(12-17-2015, 03:39 PM)ronsaik Wrote: all right. Here's a previously undiscovered piece by Emily (found in a piece of take away falafel wrapping paper in New York) to make you feel better:
Types of writers (anonymous...pssst..it's me, Emily):
There are six types of writers
Of these I am one - some care about meter, but not me, son.
You might be thinking the next line ends in 'critters'
To make it rhyme
But it doesn't - it'll end in something else altogether.
I might have contradicted myself.
But reader, cast no stone if you aren't perfect and Leonardo da Vinci thyself.
I am the recluse
I don't wear shoes
Because I live in an attic with my thoughts and paper.
Whatever happens, whether there is a god or not, I hope this poem doesn't end up as falafel wrapping paper
(unfinished)
Obviously a fake, it only contains two dashes; and of the same length no less.
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions

