Qu’on voit danser
Le long des golfes clairs
A des reflets d’argent
Des reflets changeants
Sous la pluie Please read on!
I’m ashamed to admit: my poetry bites dust
Though words are potent, mine are…full of rust?
See? Even rhyming is a great chore, like…Wanderlust?
Ugh! I just find it hard to pen poems that aren’t a bust!
Please read on!
As I’ve said time and again, my poetry sucks. And with daunting examples like this lady, ou cette mademoiselle, o ésta señorita, or this brother of mine (see his Facebook profile for more recent ones), in all likelihood it’ll continue being sucky for a loooong time compared to theirs…It’s like some people just have this ‘jazz’, crafting words in ways that catapult to terrestrial planes. Me? I write and wonder what rhymes with ‘orange’. -__-
But hey, what is life if you can’t attempt something new, right? (So long as it’s okay by God oh… *coughs*) Who knows, I may even become good at this!
Well, with this attempt, patapata, you wee laugh at me, but then I will shake it off and improve, hopefully! Yay!
Or I’ll go to my corner and cry all over my keyboard… 😥
With that, here goes: my first poem.
Laugh away! Enjoy Bear with me. Please read on!