Sestina.

[feathertongue]

It's not often I try my hand at something other than writing, but I have a feel for the prose of a poem. It's a thoughtful one, this poem, not acknowledged by many as a form of poetry, but I feel it wrangles the mind into playing its hand.

...care to try at what topic is at hand?

Here, I stand, used and weak,
my friend of friends, near dead.
Oh, how

Comments

[rpgmaster]

How depressing... no, I have no clue what you're talking about...

[feathertongue]

I should think not.

It was a poem, in the early morn', as I had been woken by the great 4.7 earthquake that struck Santa Clara at 5:24 am, that inspired me and my strange mind.

[rpgmaster]

...so it WASN'T just my imagination. I woke up today at 5:15 and lay there, too lazy to get up, when I felt my bed shaking. I remember thinking, wow, am I having a spasm? .___.

[feathertongue]

Yes. My bird almost killed itself in fright. The whole family was woken up because the bird was screaming out in terror. Then we realised it was screaming because of the Earthquake.

...w00t. We have an Earthquake detector.

[kkwy]

You freaky girl, you, writing such things.

...I have an idea, but I shan't reveal it.