I don’t feel poetic
I don’t feel perfect
So how can I write a perfect poem?
Haiku is three lines
Just seventeen syllables
Five, seven, five
(in the most common
English interpretation)
Stop thinking! Just write.
I’m not a poet
I’m not a perfect being
Perfect poem, lost.
Poet, still seeking
Words for a perfect poem (while)
Wading through sewage
~
Heliocentric
Sunflower looks down
As the moon rises
~
Words create a verse
Is one word a universe?
Stop! Explain yourself.
One word. Much meaning.
Is a universe one word?
Consider this: (a) child.
About the Creator
Jill Harper-Judd
I've been writing poetry and short stories since childhood....but my life has often been chaotic so (mental) space to write can be hard to find. I am a lover of words and the worlds we can create with them. I seek beauty in all things.
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Comments (3)
. Outstanding work,
I enjoyed this!
very unique