This semester I’m taking a course on poetry writing. The very first day I managed to induce some chuckles out of my class with two yarns concerning my pink wallet. Every week, more than likely, I’ll be sure to post some poems that I came up with during class. It seems that I do better when I have prompts and time limits.
My Pink Wallet – A Haiku:
My pink wallet is
An assistant as well as
Personality
Pocket Personality:
Your smell, your curves
You’re special, you’re pink
Go ahead and laugh
I don’t care what you think
You caress my identity
In your supple folds
And with your plentiful pockets
There’s no telling what you hold
I see myself in you
There’s nowhere I’d rather be
Than housed inside your flamingo body
And carrying you with me.
End of day one (this was two weeks ago). Things can only get better, right?
- You are here:NE
- Feels like:
I'm an artist!
I suppose it’s time I come out with it. This is what I had to show for spring semester:
- You are here:TX
- Feels like:
oh Dawn - Sounds like:Röyksopp
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