Dec
Feather Yarn
Posted in Yarn | No Comments »What do you think of my poem?
I swim through the eggnog to retrieve my backpack
My clock is starting to sing
Clouds look very purple like prunes
My glasses lay on the floor
I do not care I stomp
Why are you crying says my arm
But I do not cry the lemons are friends
Climb the tree and touch the clouds
Time is not important
Cactus beavers vertebrates teach me how to snorkel
Yarn untie me now I say I have to get to work
I somersault into action
My karate instructor barks at me
He has no skills to his name
I back flip into school buses
But his moves remain the same
Squish squank yells my dog
Because I never feed it
I return home to find an empty fridge
And my dog eating
RR RR RR
I get so mad
I visit my home made tank
Smashing things is so much fun
And so is being me
Snarling at me my feather pen
Is running out of ink
I hurry to the masquerade I run across the street
Honk your horn the parade is here
Crayons are so diverse
Chew some fat then spit it out
I need my leather sword
It's very abstract and creativity. I like the line about the crayons ;D
You should read Edith Sitwell, I think you can really be inspired by her poetry.