Bizarre wordplay and minor crises aside, I've also been flooded with schoolwork. Fortunately, everything seems to be calming down now. What a way to start my last year of high school.
This is a poetry blog, and it's been a long time since I've actually posted anything of my own. So...
A Day of Hunting
Another white! Six butterflies
Flittered in his little cage.
He softly hid to soon surprise
A seventh, on his sunlit stage.
Ten- he ran to fetch his pins.
This time, I’ll really pin them!
To grow by way of little sins,
He stuck the pins within them.
Well, almost. It was too early still
For him to deaden beauty.
Why rush to grow and long to kill
By grown-up sense of duty?
Another Childsong. These poems are fun to write because they provide a perspective that is all too often overlooked or used too dramatically. I also feel like I'm a little closer to the age of my nameless little characters than most writers, since I just turned 18, so it's not too hard to construct the children in my poems. I probably still have a little of the naiveté of childhood left in me, but it's fading fast.
It's September. This begins the third cycle of months since I started featuring every month. This blog is getting old.
Hope everyone's well-