7 lines 10 beats per
It is after another wonderful
weekend, snow and sledding, dangerous drives,
and moveis. Eyes begin to open wide,
slightly shocked and mostly confused (sometimes
panic). In most cases there is a slow
turn the classmate beside them, asking
in carefully hushed tones, "We had homework?"
I wrote this one after that snow emergency weekend. Totally a true story.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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