As I was about to go to bed last night, I got distracted by the magnetic poetry on our fridge. Standing there for five minutes, then ten, then longer, I rummaged through the words and thought and dreamed and constructed. I want you to understand: magnetic poetry does not showcase brilliance: rather, it allows a cliff, a jumping off point for it. That is, if you allow it to do so. It *is* quite artsy-fartsy.
white spring rain
and red mountains
like sugar cupcakes
can I hold it together
grow to wax ugly
for me it is like brilliant music
sensual lies
come the way of her smooth life
ask a good book
said in a thousand words
imagine when it speaks
it connects to your soul
Those are cute. I like sugar cupcakes also. :)
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