April 22, 2013 § Leave a comment
Bleeding poetic ink
Into plain paper –
Naïve words of imitated
Knowledge, unaccounted and bleak,
Broken words of
And everything in-between a
Keepsake for us to reminisce
Reminisce through words
Wake to lingering sentences
Of forgotten memories,
Remember them in verse –
Stitched together through your lips.
Poem #22 is a Zymurgy. This one was super fun! I kind of didn’t want to stop but I had to because I have an essay to write and some study to get down to.
Also, crazy that it’s the 22nd day of NaPoWriMo, only 8 days, 8 poems and 8 new forms to go!