My mothers birthday was March 26. About a week before that, she asked me to write her a poem for her birthday... nothing is coming to mind at all, it's not writers block so much as just no clue. I guess I don't write easily, and a command performance is not helping things one bit. I finally do have an idea, and I've actually written something, but that is as far as I have gotten.
The problem with poetry is of course it can never be about what it is about, so you have to write two levels deep. Who makes up these silly rules anyways? So you have to write one story, only have it be about something else, and then make it all pretty and metered. It gives me a headache just thinking about it.
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