I have a little hobby I sometimes indulge in, which is bad poetry. You see, I love words, how they jumble and tumble, how letters and phrases look. There is an art to them, and I find it personally interesting that our minds can take letters and pictures and interpret them on a mental level.
Sometimes, when I am not really thinking, a snippet of a thought runs my way. I have a word or three, certainly not more than a rudimentary phrase. And I like to see where it goes.
So I a have decided to post some of my bad poetry. I proclaim no literary training whatsoever. I just go with what I feel. People that know poetry will no doubt cringe at my lack of form, poor knowledge of poetry in general.
On the other hand, I would rather be a bad poet or artist than no artist at all. So I’ll be posting some of my scribbles in a bit.