Love is never anything but desperate
That night, furious stood in for love
Grief like a stone pitcher
I chose the place for its echoes
Longtime fan of the low road
For three nights every summer
Thick walls of jade, a cool hush
They watch me sleep as they prowl the night
The click-click of her shoes moving into the distance
Like a helping hand from Heaven
|Author's Note|
With this piece, we were presented with a table full of index cards. On each was a random line taken from some author or poet or past student. We chose ten and ordered them in a way that told one of the many possible stories available.
This is a method that was used by some famous poets, and David Bowie himself. I found it a joy.
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𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎
PoetryThis is a collection of pieces I have written in my creative writing class for our poetry unit. Feel free to comment and let me know what I'm doing well, and what I can do to improve.