So, I've been musing with the idea of writing a poem called "The Border World" just because I think it sounds kind of cool. I started tonight and wrote eight lines, but the last four lines I inadvertently slipped into rhyming; I actually ended up liking the last four lines better so I crossed out the first four.
The Border World
A border world that floats between
What you see before you and your dreams.
A snow-blank page where reality resides
Amongst the inky black behind your eyes.
I have to figure out where to go with this- I think it's becoming about writing? And also is amongst a word because it keeps underlining it in red....
No comments:
Post a Comment