One of my classes I am taking is a poetry writing class. I thought it would be fun and challenging, and since I do enjoy writing, it would give me an excuse to force myself to do it.
Our first assignment was to write a short, 5-line poem about night somewhere that I have lived. I thought of so many different ways I could go about this one, but after visiting a nightclub just the other day with some friends of mine, I decided to use the inspiration from that experience to write my poem. Here it is, called "Pure Night":
the beautiful lost return again to
smoke and sound and sweat on a sticky floor
color and cologne mingle too closely
as the girl wraps herself around a stranger
who consents to break his vows
© 2011 Jessica Baldwin
3 comments:
You're a beautiful, talented woman who has just painted a scene that makes me want to take a shower. But you wrote it so nicely that it doesn't sound so bad, after all. Kind of like when the British insult each other.
Ha! Thanks, Tisra. I love that analogy :)
Awesome my friend. Love your train of thought :)
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