On Writing
| I used to dread Writing And my Muse Who, like a harpy, Descended on me Forcing me To write. Nowadays I look forward To her visits, Offer her tea As we sit Like solemn friends Arm in crook of arm Exchanging Secrets. (AJ, 1-2004) |
Tags: Anniina's Poetry
posted by Anniina | 5:40 AM
1 Comments:
Your poetry is so much better than mine... here's my latest (for our sign):
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Happy Spring from
(my company name here) to you
ah well... i'll post my epic poem on my blog next, and save my song lyrics for another time.
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