Our class assignment was simply to write a poem of at least 12 lines, inspired by The Poetry Foundation. I searched for Nash first, but unfortunately my search was in vain. However, Neruda did appear in my shuffle through the "N" names, so why not? Here's what I came out with, inspired by Pablo, the moderns, and The Great Divorce... kinda. And wheat fields, obviously.
Oh, and for anyone who is curious: I will not be participating in BEDA, for a multitude of reasons. First of all, this is not a blog of my life events, because my life events are not interesting enough for me to feel the need to spend hours writing and editing, and then delivering to the masses. Also, work started this month, which means my blog would probably consist of a lot of "they messed up the schedule again" or "I seriously hate people sometimes!" And you don't need that kind of pessimism *oh, the joys of working at a theme park...* Last, I've never kept a successful diary or journal alive for more than a week, even attempting to do it every day for a month would be enough to keep me off blogger for the whole of April, and I like it too much to leave! Anywhoot, enough excuses.
Adieu!
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