Big Glowy Castle Whispers
Happened to be in a room with some refrigerator magnet poetry pieces today.As always, I couldn't help it...the boy fed the girl big glowy castle whispers
of summer dream fun together
and ate
with silent butterfly turtles
or twirled
in light blue peace time
slowlyDoes anyone else get the feeling that every new refrigerator magnet poem you write is almost identical to the last? Words different; images different; story different; end result pretty much exactly the same? Or does that not make any sense at all?
of summer dream fun together
and ate
with silent butterfly turtles
or twirled
in light blue peace time
slowlyDoes anyone else get the feeling that every new refrigerator magnet poem you write is almost identical to the last? Words different; images different; story different; end result pretty much exactly the same? Or does that not make any sense at all?
