Magnetic Poetry

My sister got me a magnetic poetry kit for my birthday. It arrived yesterday, and I worked at it for over two hours today.
Here’s my first magnet poem. I ran out of some words, and a lot of other words were completely missing.
Oh well. I think I’m going to keep these short from now on. I’ll get better eventually :)

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Also. I’m sorry about the terrible image. I can’t seem to take a better one and it’s too late in the day to photoshop.

Goodnight, Zonk.

Love always,
K.

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Author: Kirtana K

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.

5 thoughts on “Magnetic Poetry”

  1. While not a fan of poetry in general, your words did catch me off guard and made me stop and read a while. And think a while. And ponder my stellar place in this world.

    Gratitude for provoking my thoughts.

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