I wrote an eclipse poem.
I hope the eclipse appreciates your poem as much as I did, simple and profound.
Ah the masked beauty of ordinary
Simply beautiful!
And of course, your "horrible" poem is beautiful.
It’s gorgeous.
Lovely. I like the birds flying in reverse. I guess I could write an eclipse poem too that would go something like this:
My Own Eclipse
A plate of mushroom ravioli
damns me to purge all sins
all elements of evil
into the bathroom bin
and pushes me to sleep
to weep to wish for death
in drape-shaded rags
of a sweat-borne bed.
At last upon the third day
the sun rose warm as blood
lifts me into euphoric light
blessed to breath a new mood.
Hey, Joseph, that's pretty good for a first draft, premiered on your page today. Thank you for letting me create in your comments.
I like it.
I love this eclipse poem. It feels like I got a gift.
How does a bird fly in reverse?
I hope the eclipse appreciates your poem as much as I did, simple and profound.
Ah the masked beauty of ordinary
Simply beautiful!
And of course, your "horrible" poem is beautiful.
It’s gorgeous.
Lovely. I like the birds flying in reverse. I guess I could write an eclipse poem too that would go something like this:
My Own Eclipse
A plate of mushroom ravioli
damns me to purge all sins
all elements of evil
into the bathroom bin
and pushes me to sleep
to weep to wish for death
in drape-shaded rags
of a sweat-borne bed.
At last upon the third day
the sun rose warm as blood
lifts me into euphoric light
blessed to breath a new mood.
Hey, Joseph, that's pretty good for a first draft, premiered on your page today. Thank you for letting me create in your comments.
I like it.
I love this eclipse poem. It feels like I got a gift.
How does a bird fly in reverse?