The novel I'm working on now is written partially in verse. More specifically, in incorrect verse. Sasha takes poetry forms and bends them just enough to fit what she needs to say.
HUSH
Here in the darkness,
crickets call and night birds sing.
I know to keep still.
DEAR MR. STONE
If you really tried,
you could be a little more
totally clueless.
TODAY
Window panes rattled
with anger and thunder, till
the sun went away.
JUNIOR'S VISIT
“Sasha, why don't you
talk no more?” he wants to know.
Wish I could tell him.
I don't know much about writing poetry, and neither does Sasha, but I'm having fun learning along with her!
5 comments:
I can't wait to read it when you've finished. :-)
Beautiful writing. Different than anything I've ever read before.
Love the work underway. Keep it up, just do it, let it come out of you the way it's supposed to.
I see your mom's writing influence on you.
Blessings
I love that you are trying this new format. VERY COOL.
I love that idea. I'm also waving a rather feeble hello having not been well for... well a long time. I hope all is going well for you xx
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