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Making Light [
ETA: only because I read
ML before checking Neil Gaiman's
journal, 'cause it's up there, too.]
I'm blank verse. I could not be more pleased.
I am, of course, none other than blank verse. I don't know where I'm going, yes, quite right; And when I get there (if I ever do) I might not recognise it. So? Your point? Why should I have a destination set? I'm relatively happy as I am, And wouldn't want to be forever aimed Towards some future path or special goal. It's not to do with laziness, as such. It's just that one the whole I'd rather not Be bothered - so I drift contentedly; An underrated way of life, I find. | What Poetry Form Are You?
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And if I weren't blank verse, I would be a haiku, the only kind of poetry I can write.
If you want to find out what poetry form you are, go
here.
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Date: 2003-02-02 08:44 am (UTC)Thanks!