Fragments
I am but an amateur poet,
trying to connect words into sentence
but falling into fragments.
My words fall out of my mouth
without rhyme, without reason,
and this is where
I try to make something
out of
nothing.
YOU ARE READING
watercolor thoughts [completed]
Poetrypoetry by a painter who now paints her art in words "we tread too loudly, too violently on our earth. we smear our dark, ugly night all over the canvas and call it art." #80 in poetry [12/22/16] | © 2016 lookforthatlight