Today I was hanging out at my favorite spot in the library and I really didn't feel like doing any work. So, after spending about 10 minutes in quiet contemplation of the day I decided to try my hand at poetry. Unfortunately I'm really terrible at most forms of poetry, so I went with Haiku which is the only one I've ever been able to pull off in any way.
Meditating on
the verdant library lawn.
I wish I could paint.
Hints of cinnamon,
coffee flowing down my throat.
It tastes like Christmas.
Faint as a whisper,
sounds come from across the lawn -
the band practicing.
Soon as I walk in
it hits me like an old friend.
The musty book smell.
Stretching arms and legs,
feeling the leather chair sink,
I sink farther in.
-Kat
No comments:
Post a Comment