Poems. So wonderful ... as long as they were recited by others. By myself? Two words: not good! My genes completely fail when it comes to rhythm and rhyme and pace and intonation, on everything more pretentious than "Max & Moritz" by Wilhelm Busch.
No need to explain that my desperate teenager-me never doodled meaningful poems in her notebooks, I preferred psychedelic grafic-designs. *g* When I wrote something then real stories!
Well, with one exception! At the age of 20 I did some kind of poem.
No need to explain that my desperate teenager-me never doodled meaningful poems in her notebooks, I preferred psychedelic grafic-designs. *g* When I wrote something then real stories!
Well, with one exception! At the age of 20 I did some kind of poem.
- Occasion 1: Obviously this was so unique, that my very first thought after starting the blog was this poem.
- Occasion 2: Unbelievably the piece of paper has survived for 14 years and several relocations.
- Occasion 3: Surprisingly the successful search for the piece of paper took only 20 minutes.