I've always been more of a novel kind of girl, but something about rhyming makes me excited. I don't really believe it to be a true poem unless the finishing sounds match.
I wrote this poem over a year ago and I really liked it, but I never shared it with any one. I'm taking a leap of faith and posting it here, hoping that it entertains them as much as it did me.
The End:
Book with words from pages leap
from the mind onto the brink
Balancing precariously on the edge
Into the silence drops the Ink.
Black as Black and Blue as Blue
From the heart the meanings flew
To the reader old and wise
Meanings dancing before his eyes
Turning, absorbing, on and on
Last page flipped before the dawn
At the end his heart does break,
What else to read while it's still late?
Its short, and slightly unprofessional but it amuses me, and I hope you enjoy it as well! Hopefully I'll give a more meaningful, or philosophical blog tomorrow :D
Love it! Makes me want to write a poem for my blog today! That's it. I'm going to blog a poem about your fascination with books. My #NovemberBlogfest day 3 is about you muahahaha!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem! Rhyming poetry always makes me happy, and yours is so nice and artful and not-forced (which is the pitfall that rhymes sometimes do fall into). :) Write more poetry!
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