This is a poem in progress. I think it's coming along.
I sit apon my cold stone steps
waiting in the fading twilight.
I look at the darkening sky
watching for the night.
As a blanket of darkness fills the sky
I know it will come soon
for the darkness of the night will come
with the rising of the moon.
'I sit apron'? Don't you mean 'I sit upon'?
ReplyDeleteReally? Is that the nicest thing u could say to me? Is there anything good about my poem? Anything?
ReplyDeleteI don't think it needs to rhyme. Sometimes poets try so hard to make it rhyme, they forget the true meaning of the poem.
ReplyDeleteI feel like I'm quoting Ms. Stodden.