this is just a little poem i wrote for a creative writing class, and i thought it was one of my better ones. pretty abstract but i like it. hope u do too Come Calling Come calling for me, Oh brothers and others My sisters, My Blisters Soring from thumb to sea with Next week in my knees And last week fresh in my head. Come calling I beg your pardon, but I’m still waiting. Lay down your arms and thread A needle. Weave a cloth of quilted fashion, ancient theme and Gifted passion, patches colored with no particular theme Nor definite pattern. I would surrender my spirit and Tune the strings Of another, a brother, a mother, a father If only you’d come calling.
Hey, that was cool! The poem was definitely on the abstract side, but as I continued on, it pieced itself together and made a lot of sense. It wasn't about one particular thing, but it was a culmination of different subjects that weaved themselves together. I like it, dude. Later, Ben.
