Hi everyone,
So I decided to give the writing game a try. To be honest, I thought it was really hard. It was hard for me because of the rules of having to use three Anglo-Saxan words in every line and only one Latin or Greek word for every three lines. It made me feel restricted as a writer. However, the bright side to this exercise is that it allowed me to appreciate Elizabeth Bishop as a writer that much more. Anyway, here is my poem. It is not very long but I hope you enjoy reading it.
The world, so iridescent and yet ice cold
Water, flowing freely
But so dark, almost black
Underneath its bluish, slightly blue-gray surface
The air, consumed with the lovely smell of fir
That is soon destroyed by the mighty hand of fire
The horizontal blades of grass that grow in unison
Slowly scattered by the strong wind
They are flown up with the anticipation of coming back down
The beautiful man that makes you a believer of love
Killing that dream with the edge of a jagged knife
However, you will get better and the deep pain won't last forever
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