With the start of classes on campus three weeks ago (just the one really, 1/4 but we're all thinking it'll go online soon too due to the virus running amock), I began what I do best while taking notes in class. Which is to say - I began writing little bits in the margins/extra spaces of my notes!
Here are some little bits of what I've been having run around through my head while studying up on Tennyson and Rossetti.
What else can I say to this?
Poetry is no longer
underrated. It never has been
unless, to a philistine mine they seem
unrevelant. Don't they realize
these predated the
novels we so richly
love? Bring back
the Poetry! Or
else, hide it with-
in the novel you create.
Surprise the reader with a
little rhyming in reason.
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Back Again
Back again, in a seat
Taking notes, precise, and neat
Finding Rhymes
While listening for a long time
Learning anew,
Reading lessons in a queue.
Time to finish finally,
Back Again.
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There you are.
Poetry.
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