In honor of Valentine's Day swiftly approaching I figured I would look through my old poetry journal to see what gems I had created long ago.
Here are three untitled masterpieces. I haven't yet decided if they are so bad, they are actually good, or if they are just really, really bad. It is also worth noting that I haven't written any poetry for years.
Untitled #1
Green socks and nothing matters because it's really about the turn, isn't it. Except sometimes you never get to the turn.
Untitled #2
Screaming yellow, flaming oranges and shy pinks pressing their tiny hands on cold glass plates criss-crossing gold lines drip patterns shaped like diamonds faintly sparkling blue waves of anger, sadness,loss. Looking at its shadow of twisted iron streaming tears of joy or pain.
Untitled #3
Over the edge and under the weather, sweeter still and better wetter. Taken by the rain, but loved just the same for moving parts and tangled feathers.
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