Insubstantial is the feeling.
Something in my eyes that drip.
Floating, helpless, drifting.
Why can't I chart my way?
Mist is my essence
Parts always falling.
I yearn to be more complete.
Why is there no solid ground?
I know my time is brief.
Why do I feel so alone?
Last Few Words: I am taking the online class by Hanif Abdurraqib, called Writing for Expression: How to Make Your Words More Artful & Lyrical. The following is an assignment to write an abstract poem that links sadness and clouds without mentioning either by name. Thought some of you might be interested.
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Definitely interesting...
I may try this.~ Geez.
BTW, I think you did an excellent job!
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