Incarnadine is one freaking awesome word
How much of I nerd am I? I took one of my English vocabulary words and decided to write a poem using it. It's a pretty damn cool word though. And a pretty lame poem. But oh well. Comments please?
Incarnadine Tides
As human beings, we draw lines
Between moral and immoral
Good and bad
Right and wrong
But where black and white shade to gray
The deepest lines are drawn
Crimson, on a canvas fleshy white
And the more the lines are drawn
The more the rest will blur
Until bad feels good
What feels right is wrong
And the black
And white
And gray
Become incarnadine tides
Mixed with salt river tears
And to be human, means nothing
At all
Incarnadine Tides
As human beings, we draw lines
Between moral and immoral
Good and bad
Right and wrong
But where black and white shade to gray
The deepest lines are drawn
Crimson, on a canvas fleshy white
And the more the lines are drawn
The more the rest will blur
Until bad feels good
What feels right is wrong
And the black
And white
And gray
Become incarnadine tides
Mixed with salt river tears
And to be human, means nothing
At all