I walk in the air, between the rain, through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.

Bah.

I tried to enter a poetry contest. Sadly, the poems have to be twenty lines or fewer.

Yeah, right.

I wish. The other night, Jason pointed out that all my poems are long, and he wasn't kidding. One of my very shortest, "Fire and Ice," which you can find here on my blog, is something like twenty-three lines, and not a single one can be cut. So irritating. Who would dare to limit poetry to TWENTY lines?? Argh.

posted by Emma @ Tuesday, January 06, 2004