Definitely NOT a cow’s udderPosted: February 24, 2013
Remember when I posted that poem that my creative writing class wrote from doing that exercise? Welp, we did it again. Except this time, the poem makes a little more sense. I think it was because instead of going around the whole class, we were put in groups of three and passed it around three times… maybe…
In the dark,
I hear the soft flutter,
it makes me tremble.
Your touch, I want to feel it
more than anything else.
All this is a dream in the mirror
the other side, parallel, glistening,
a mirrors surface at the water’s edge
with a multitude of reflections of the reality
of what I am. Of who I am.
I think that this poem turned out much better (and makes a ton more sense), wouldn’t you? No cow’s udder around here…