I haven't posted poetry in some time. I haven't been in the mood. Plus, I realized I was breaking copyright laws by posting some of them.
My mom should be published, and technically, I should still ask her permission even though she hasn't been (as far as I know!), but here's a poem she wrote:
Obscurity
There is something to be said for fame–
that glittered glory that excites the senses to heights of ecstasy.
I am content to capture bits of color here below
and silently wait to shower some unsuspecting soul
with my rainbow.
2 comments:
I love this. Do you write poetry? Is it genetic? If so, please share.
I wrote a really awesome poem in 3rd grade, but I haven't cultivated that talent since then at all! But I love to read good poetry.
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