I haven't posted in a while, I'm aware. I tried to post the moment after I saw the Northern Lights and wasn't able to because there was an error of sorts.
Oh, I was in Iceland. That's why I saw the Northern Lights.
Were they breath taking? No more than ALL of Iceland. Everything about the place is ... other worldly. Mythical was a word I used to describe it a lot. At times I felt like I was on another planet, and at others I thought I was in Lord of the Rings.
Anyway, I'm not one to talk about trips in person, so I won't do it in my blog post either.
Instead, I will post something I've been tinkering with.
With What I've Got (Unedited Unrevised)
I’m moving on
With
What I’ve got.
What I’ve got
Is
Soon to be,
Soon to be
A
Worn, empty sack.
Worn, empty sack
And
Too small shoes.
Too small shoes
I
Will always wear.
Will always wear
Your
Too small shoes.
I forced myself to write in a form. But due to the fact that I hate constricting myself to forms created by other people, I created my own form. I don't have a name for it.
I don't know how many poets read this, but if you wanna give it a shot, and it's not clear just by reading the poem what the form is, here are the rules:
Rule 1: Every stanza must be 3 lines: three words in line 1, one word in line 2, and three words in line 3.
Rule 2: The first line of every stanza must be the same as the last line of the previous stanza (except, of course, the first stanza)
Ah. One more thing.
On the most basic level, this is adorable.
On another level...how does such a young girl know about abusive boyfriends?
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