Idiosynkrasia
Bluelighter
When I was 10 my dad sat me down in his library/office and told me to write a poem about my surroundings. What I wrote was my very first poem. Last year he found the original scratch paper I wrote it on and gave it to me. He said he would like to see me add to it. 16 years have gone by since I first wrote this and I'm sure one day I'll add to it on my own, I just have to find the proper inspiration. Right now my childhood is pretty fuzzy. I thought it would be fun if I posted this here and asked you all to add to it. I would love to see what this poem could be when mixed with the creative, talented energy of you folks.
The dusty room was full of books
In the shadows, the corners, and
the darkened nooks,
Lay the forgotten memories of
once told tales,
Of knights and villains and
Great white whales.
So...please feel free to help me "complete" this peice of my childhood.
The dusty room was full of books
In the shadows, the corners, and
the darkened nooks,
Lay the forgotten memories of
once told tales,
Of knights and villains and
Great white whales.
So...please feel free to help me "complete" this peice of my childhood.
