Just some weekend thought

Lately, I've been wanting to write more poetry. There is something about the act of bringing together a collection of words and phrases to best explore an idea that just gets me giddy. When the words fall perfectly in place and the prose sounds elegant, the words roll off the tongue effortlessly, and the song of the rhyme gives me butterflies.

Cue the creative orgasm.

I’ve long thought about a book of poetry. A collection of all the best work. I even started one a while back. Titled the blackest sheep. I would have explained in detail some of the struggles of…