I'm trying to ease my way back into this blog after writing so much so often in Norway (I SWEAR I'll finish the project, or maybe restart it. It failed the day that I decided not to post, since you have to post EVERY DAY. This is a long parenthetical). Anyway, I traveled back to college today, and so I felt like the occasion was momentous enough to REQUIRE me to go back to writing a poem, even though I wasn't all crazy about it. Be that as it may, I'm still satisfied with the results.
Also I'm not gonna sleep well tonight because I'm so excited for moving in tomorrow.
When any other figure is wrong,
When any other weather is a storm,
When any other joy is amiss.
I may be one to stand alone,
Yet this puts me in a perfect tone.
But is this home?
Is that what I call this?
Was I without it for so long,
Or does it assume a form
Of whatever I need, like foam?
Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre
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