Monthly Archives: March 2013
An old poem I wrote for Poetry Workshop . . . in the dreaded form. (I despise of writing in form, but it gives you so much discipline and promotes creativity).
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. … Continue reading
I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain—and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his … Continue reading
Poetry has always been the way for me to deal with life. Before I even knew I loved poetry, I always had a knack for writing things down on scraps on paper. There are moments in my childhood where I … Continue reading
Originally posted on Coco J. Ginger Says:
Write write write. Write in different languages, write with scribbles, write Crayola lines… write your brains ticks, your hearts tings…write in the morning, write in the middle of the night. Write when you…