art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The poet who only wrote in the rain
Main Story A small town where even the wind seemed to speak to his ear. At the end of the town, in a secluded corner of an old house, lived Aarav—a strange poet. He had no pen, no diary, no blank sheet of paper. He wrote only when the sky cried.
By Canvas Whispersabout a year ago in Poets
Heart Tunes
Sometimes I can't discern the lines that were mine from the tunes that my heart sang along to, and I'm afraid to make a quotable phrase in case it's actually an embedded memory, accidental plagiary, or an invention of my own that's simply far too similar to those that came before, an ignorant sentiment, better solved by an educated mind than parading it as newfound brilliance, yet I still want to write such wisdom in loopy language like the bookmarks I used to collect as a child, or tattoo it on my arm only to wipe it off next week, when I find the next sentiment to try on for size.
By Ellen Stedfeldabout a year ago in Poets
