She was a quirky, pretty girl who fascinated me with her interests, independence, and willfulness that made her a bit snippy at times but couldn't hide her many positive dimensions.
Poetry: Discussions & Collections
Poetry's dying art confounded life in writing effort and mystified with people, who read little yet attempted to master the verse. Poetry’s mystery centers on the skill itself, which I do not consider myself gifted because certain aspects of meter escape understanding. The struggle to comprehend and qualify poetry continues today beyond knowing the intrinsic value of poetry described by William Wordsworth as “the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.” More than just the overflow of emotion, poetry forms from comprehension or, as Wordsworth describes, “emotion recollected.” Whether poetry is good or bad may be less important than what you glean from the act of writing verses: something I did not understand for a long time and had I, many issues in my life might never have occurred. If you desire to understand your emotions, writing poetry can open the window to your soul. Thank you for peering in my window.
I am a forgotten tree in humanity's gardenShading all those who believe, toiling in the Son's burden
Sitting in my car listening to the radio Heaving smoke out the window Waiting to work all day at the KFC Dreading the grease, grime, and smell of chicken
Feverishly I worked my craft Like a mad scientist on the verge of his greatest discovery I sweated grappling the screaming blender with my left hand While manhandling a kiwi...