To Be Read Emphatically (a hodgepodge)

I also considered titling this one “This is What I Think About Poetry,” because it would be very accurate. Basically, I’m not a huge fan of poetry. Which is honestly probably because I’m not very good at it. I also should stop writing these introductions to every post. So, here it is:

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To Be Read Emphatically (a hodgepodge)
By Thomas White

I walk down the mellowed roadways;
Graven shoes rest upon my feet,
and bashful hedgehogs at my side.
Sunshine mixes with the rain;
Drops of sorrow fall on my fingertips,
and crimson doves on the brim of my hat.

I lie down on the milky hilltop.
Playing a blue guitar,
Silence rips through the confines of winter.
Diseased cattle run smoothly,
always yearning,
learning,
earning,
burning,
but never sneezing.
Drunk dandelions dance upon the dinner table

Alliterations are always awesome,
Like a dragon fighting a robot,
on top of a volcano.
Bold kittens always know which way to go,
and loose fireflies light up no one.
The merry paperclips jump with delight.

I sit alone on the empty stool.
No one even knows,
But this I do know.

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About thomasbwhite
Writing, Photography, Jamming, Violin-ing, Hiking, Musing, Reading, Learning, Sketching, Frisbee-ing, Rambling... just a few of my favorite things.

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