Woke up this morning with a need to write. Woke up this morning wanting to share. But my mind is empty. Like a catacomb. Is empty and cold. Paper and pencil in front with just words here and there. Without reason or rhyme. The first is a stanza. But the second a Haiku. I want this poem to be silly. To be witty. Full of laughter and sound. But I can’t talk about Bambi without talking about a wolf . I’m Poe, Wilder and Frost. I’m Picasso and Dali. Or at least I would love to be . I can be Mozart, and Vivaldi. Botero and Bonet. Or at least I could be if given a chance. I guess I had something to say. Just needed some time I guess
- Author: meno1972 ( Offline)
- Published: July 2nd, 2017 11:51
- Category: Unclassified
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I am pretty sure that this is the FIRST time Bambi, Poe, Picasso, and Mozart (not to mention all the others) are all together in one poem. You wanted to be silly and witty? Well you succeeded admirably.
Surprisingly good. Thank you
Thank you.
Mission accomplished
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