"Excellent!
You're crisp, rhythmically and sonically striking,
and use implication very well!" - T.w.
Notice his use of "you're."
I'm pretty sure that he thinks that I, as a person, am crisp.
Crisp as a fried egg.
I'm going to write my next poem about my dead garden.
The succulents are being moved to the geography building, 3rd floor - where they too, as Natalie's fine flowers do, grow towards the sun.
There is no saving my English Daisy.
Why do I suck at growing daisies? They are my FAVORITE!
6 years ago
1 comment:
uhm, hi! don't you need to post the poem? i want to read it! yeah, thanks :)
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