It's a poem that I tried that starts out with one syllable in a line, then two, then three, and so on. (There are a few lines where this doesn't match up; I'm sorry, I did my best and even I'm picky about that.)
One
I
Sit down
And watch while
Kids shriek, tease, fight
The skies become light
Ice glimmers on the pane
Sunrise shimmers on the plain
People glow blood orange and rose
And nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody knows where they're going, no,
Nobody knows where they're headed at all,
Nobody knows where they're going, no
We sit in seats and blindly trust
That even though there's a route
And stop that's different for
Each of us, we'll get
Where we want to
Go eventually
But we'll see
We'll see
Maybe
Soon
YOU ARE READING
These Insufficient Words
PoetryPoetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. -Robert Frost This is my own collection of thoughts. My own stories, through the deepest sorrow and highest peaks of happiness I've had in my rather brief life, and s...
