This poem
Is about
Inspiration
And
Creativity
And
Writing
And
Passion
And
Feeling
And
Us.

What do you think?

This poem was considered too short (!) to be real poetry!!! I can't
believe fiction press would do this *outrage*. Still, at least I have
something to express to make it long enough.
It was inspired by analysing poems and stories in class. Doesn't anyone
else find that you can sometimes analyse things to their death?