This week's poem is a collaborative I did with a fellow classmate [Yes, I did get his permission]. We chose to do an Object Poem. This type is a poem about an inanimate object. See if you can figure what the object is.
Vashta Nerada
It was blank once, pure,
and with a spark, tainted.
A forest condensed
in a logical system of dew.
Don’t skip to the end or spoilers.
It's bigger on the inside,
big enough to lose yourself.
Bound by black bars,
you're free to leave.
You never do.
We see through
each chapter of its life,
or maybe, it sees us
through ours.
A world of knowledge
useful in the highest degrees
and still the best weapon in the world.
[For the rewrite, there wasn't one. All I did was change the title to 'Title Here']
VOUS LISEZ
Overbooked
PoésieOverbooked is a collection of poems, flash fiction, and anything else I deem fit to share. Some poems elude to others of my works, some I haven't shared. Enjoy.
