Five
My imagination is all too colorful.
I had a pleasant concert this morning.
I am reminded of "We Real Cool" by Gwendolyn Brooks:
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
If this were my poem, I would read it as if I knew something no one else did. And that is precisely what I derive from this piece. Sometimes when I'm out, wearing black pants and have layered my shirts, I'm chanting this in my head. Go ahead, read it aloud. It transforms the moment it is spoken.
I had a pleasant concert this morning.
I am reminded of "We Real Cool" by Gwendolyn Brooks:
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
If this were my poem, I would read it as if I knew something no one else did. And that is precisely what I derive from this piece. Sometimes when I'm out, wearing black pants and have layered my shirts, I'm chanting this in my head. Go ahead, read it aloud. It transforms the moment it is spoken.