uncertain

A Poem By Erin // 4/1/2016

I.
there is
sticky air

and

the cool
blues and
yellow streetlights

II.
and then
the outline of
his driveway is
fragmented,

no

fractured
with intermittent
shadows

III.
further, his
cinnamon arm
reaching for

me?

or the air
behind my
head

Comments

Lovely! Your writing has

Lovely! Your writing has grown so much--this is gorgeous. It's such vivid writing, with clear, potent images accompanying each stanza. I WANT TO TAKE YOUR ADVANCED POETRY CLASS. Seriously. This is excellent!

Madeline | Fri, 04/01/2016

everything was better when/you would call and I'd be like/yeah babe, no way

The rhythm of this is ON

The rhythm of this is ON POINT, and I loved the word "intermittent" for some reason. If you were trying to capture shadows and cool spaces and things-in-between, you really succeeded with the shape of your poem and the words you chose!!

Sarah Bethany | Fri, 04/01/2016

Haven't been on here in

Haven't been on here in forever and I really miss reading your poetry! It's so good and this is fabulous!!!!! Love it!!!

Kassady | Tue, 04/05/2016

"Here's looking at you, Kid"
---
Write On!

Thank you, friends!!!

Thank you, friends!!!

Erin | Wed, 04/06/2016

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

!!!!!!

How good is this?? I can't get over it! "intermittent" I barely see that word in poems, but yet it went so perfectly! This advanced poetry class is bringing out the brilliant talent in you for sure :)

Can't stop reading it....

Maddi | Wed, 04/06/2016

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh

Thanks, Maddi!

Thanks, Maddi!

Erin | Fri, 04/15/2016

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

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