I'm going to, as "urged" by my dear new acquaintence, Billy Merrell, try to write a poem a day, in observance of National Poetry Month (April).... I will post them here. Lord knows I have far too many online journals as it is, but this one will be for poetry.... Let me know what you think.
#26
crushing ants under-
foot is nothing until I
grow embarrassed. Then
I sweep them gently away
into their ruined kingdom.
.
#27
Eight
hours. Then
I will see
my sister for
once.
.
#27.5
She
does not
look like me.
Difficult to
know.
posted by Savannah @ 9:36 AM
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You know the peddler who went yodeling (on a mountain-top-high)? Well, the little biscuits he had in his carrysack were me and my brother and sisters.
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So I see you got a blog too!! Awesome!! :) Can we add people to our friend's list or something? It's a bit different from livejournal.
I like ancient Chinese poetry-you should read some! Good poetry here. :)
Apryl
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