At dinner tonight, completely out of the blue, Wrig hits me with this: "When the sun wants to shine, the clouds are its biggest enemies. When the sun wants to rest, the clouds are its best friends."
"That almost sounds like a poem," I tell her.
She says, "I can make it into a poem." And then she says (you must imagine this in a very light, breathy, poetic voice):
The clouds shall be
the sun's greatest enemy
as it shall wish to shine.
And as the sun shall wish to rest,
the clouds shall be
its greatest friend.
When I asked her what made the second version more poetic, she said "It just sounds more professional and old fashioned."
In the future, I shall pledge to use the word "shall" more often in my own poetry.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
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so does it freak you out when she busts out with stuff like that, or are you guys just jaded about how awesome she is by now?
it TOTALLY freaks me out. it's like when eli was joking about what sound a chicken makes - there's always something going on in those little brains, they just don't show it.
Totally freaked out
i can see that you are both totally freaked out, and i find that amusing. it's pretty amazing stuff, guys! i'm sure i've never written a poem that nice in my life.
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