That last poem was not perfect and it’s bothering me. I usually write the poems just to continue writing. I need practice and also I love seeing your views and likes and follows.
Ugh, but that wasn’t perfect enough. It’s a unique concept, but the poem seems unfinished. I would love some advice. I know the rhythm is jumpy at points. I was going for that. I’m trying to reflect the combination of two opposite worlds, and also the imperfection of this love, by throwing in rhythm that just doesn’t belong. Perhaps you could say that justifies the unfinished feeling, but I feel like that’s an excuse.
Help me out. Please….
He Who Wanders 