I haven't been a major part of the writing community here in a while, and I kinda liked being a major part of the writing community here. So, I'm making another thread. Imma start with a pedantic and verbose poem I wrote about an odd tree in my front yard.
Half-green phantasm, still corporeal -
Snagged on transition for time immemorial.
Uroboric life, it's stuck on the stomach,
Lack of senescence rules, it sits dictatorial.
It stands through summer, winter and fall -
The leaves hold on, vicious winds withal.
But how can the zombie tree survive,
if nature gives no help at all?
Suppose it's luck, agonizingly poetic -
Figure it's love, a deceiving aesthetic.
But can love for life keep it alive forever,
as it stands against nature, unsympathetic?
Come to think of it, a lot of the AG writing youngsters were never exposed to a lot of my work. Hrm, how times have changed *rubs achey back with trusty cane*
Yes, I think you did . . . I was one of the main poets here along with Fab for a while, and we had a lot of epic battles in the poetry contest. A good deal of my work - the better stuff and the really, really terrible stuff - is on my dA account.
Yes, working on the story. I'm still thinking on it, so it'll be up in a day or so.
