I haven’t actually experienced any of these things firsthand. But, poetry isn’t always about experience, it’s about expression.
Beagle’s Bagel-house: A Place For Poetry and Other Things
I haven’t actually experienced any of these things firsthand. But, poetry isn’t always about experience, it’s about expression.
my left eye lies with my honesty
By BestsellingBeagle
Scissors and excuses,
I’ve run with both.
They warned me of one,
And I ran on,
I run on.
I run
i always loved
playing the game sudoku
i used to use it to unwind.
but lately
the boards been feeling restless
one wrong step and i’m afraid
that seven might
eat mine
sudoku sudoku
the joke is on you
sudoku sudoku
how to cope through?
your numbers when placed
split my board right in two
there’s nothing i do
that’s not wrong while with you
we are a game
that is all!
so i pack it away.
the tiles, the numbers
i’ll save for a rainy day
and your logic
will scrub
the wet off my face
Wow. That last line kinda hit me hard. Is the poem about finding an escape from the uncertainty of reality in the solidity a d concrete-ness of sudoku? Cos that’s an awesome thought. Thanks for sharing :)
Holy yapping sorry