Saturday March 24th, 2018

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: falling.

2 comments:

Greg said...

Judging from your comments you're feeling a little better now, so I'm pleased for you :) A day spent between bed and the bathroom doesn't sound like much fun, so I hope it only lasted the one day like that! As for giving up on poetry... since I've spent some time this year continuing old posts I can say that when I first joined you on this blog we spent a lot of time competing in poetry, so I don't think there's any reason to give up -- you can probably take half the credit for my more... inventive work!

Falling
Over ice, snow.
Overnight falling like a million angels,
Punished for rebellion. And one
Slip and I fall and break my wretched leg....


Marc said...

Greg - yes, getting there. Though we think Miles has discovered a new cold, just as his last one was getting better. So that's fun. It was just the one day for me being quite that ill, thankfully.

I was mostly joking about giving up on poetry. Mostly :P

Oops indeed... really great middle two lines, by the way :)

There! I think that makes me all caught up except for Empires. I shall try to get to that soon. Before the end of the month at least...