So, I know I have been very inconsistent in posting here. Maybe you haven't even noticed, but I would still like apologize for being a poor blogger. (In my defense college life is pretty crazy...)
Anyway, this past semester I took an Introduction to Creative Writing course. "So what?" you ask-- well, with that, I have many creative pieces just sitting here on my computer, not doing anything but collecting dust... or whatever untouched computer files collect. So I thought, if you don't mind, I'd share some of them with you (hopefully) every Friday! Maybe we can entitle it a series of Fiction Fridays?
To start off this series, here is a poem I like to call "Don't Read Too Carefully"-- a nonsense piece for those who like to play with words. Enjoy!
Don't Read Too Carefully
By Emma Campbell
Snow bites the mud of earth
In wavering outbursts of anger and fear.
We dread the day that death will swoop
From cool breath of autumn’s tongue
And into fluttering depths below.
Belief in skies that swing from Pluto
Cause leather stars to roar.
As I curved the bend I caught
Time’s red sparrow that soars beyond
And lead my cronies home to lull.
Anyway, this past semester I took an Introduction to Creative Writing course. "So what?" you ask-- well, with that, I have many creative pieces just sitting here on my computer, not doing anything but collecting dust... or whatever untouched computer files collect. So I thought, if you don't mind, I'd share some of them with you (hopefully) every Friday! Maybe we can entitle it a series of Fiction Fridays?
To start off this series, here is a poem I like to call "Don't Read Too Carefully"-- a nonsense piece for those who like to play with words. Enjoy!
Don't Read Too Carefully
By Emma Campbell
If slag hugged the wispy clouds
I sifted blue tears that love.
They trickled through the eyes of man
As we believed to know the truth
That trees could kiss the dawn of sleep.
Snow bites the mud of earth
In wavering outbursts of anger and fear.
We dread the day that death will swoop
From cool breath of autumn’s tongue
And into fluttering depths below.
Belief in skies that swing from Pluto
Cause leather stars to roar.
As I curved the bend I caught
Time’s red sparrow that soars beyond
And lead my cronies home to lull.
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