Tuesday, January 25, 2011

A Poem 

                The words
                             are
                                       scattered across
                                                             the page
         Splashed
                      droplets
                                    in a mud
                                                       puddle
                        The
                           meandering
                                     thoughts
                                make
                             no
                        sense
                             to
                                the
                                   modern
                               eye
                         when
                a life
                      can be contained
                                        in less
                       than one hundred
                  forty
                        characters.
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2 comments:

  1. TeganJan 25, 2011, 7:41:00 AM

    Formatting a freeverse poem is next to impossible on a blog like this. Still, I hope you can get the idea I was reaching for.

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  2. AnonymousJan 25, 2011, 9:35:00 AM

    nice... something ee cummings about it

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