Being a sci-fi kind of girl, I decided to go with a parallel universe poem, in limerick form.
'Cause nothing says science fiction like a limerick. ☺
Filters...The final frontier. Excellent everywhere in the galaxy. #alwaysclassy |
To be honest, this read EXACTLY like a limerick precoffee. But now, mere hours later, it's a clunker unless you read it just so. Which means this post has become an anecdote for the lesson all poeming people learn the hard way: let things simmer. It's best not to throw your words to the world without a little time to notice the complete horror of what bad meter brings to your poem.
I suppose I could delete this. But nah.
*Grits teeth.*
That is not what this month is for.
It's for embarrassment and hideous poetry.
Just kidding. :)
For me, it's for the joy of writing. And practicing throwing my words to the world.
Sigh.
Cringing and moving on.
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