Creative writing idea for bloggers
Autobiography of a poet For the un-fiend-ly friends He is lonely , he works along the lee shores , with slow lids and Ashen pupils, Turgid blood, Sordid feet, Numb brain, Reminiscing over his would be stay in the tomb. cliffs of problem made their way out of his skin , inured to Sorrow and solitude intertwined In a terrain parallel to bliss. A sage said he should be a poet writing His Autobiography, But I said no, A poet said he is not a poet, a poem versified towards the onset of infinity's end, An opera of ingenuity in folds exiled in the land that time forgot, A land where the cuteness of tentacles romances the deadliness of jellyfishes and the reef's white And black tyrants , too cute to slay one but half a trillion. From wolverines to loons to wildflowers to thrushes to the coastal halos To The deceitful look of The white Caspian Tern I think this is the onset of a poem's autobiography, ...