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World Poetry Day

In 2016 I shared a poem for World Poetry Day, titled The edge of dreams, which I actually wrote the year before, in 2015. Last year, I shared a poem titled Before, which I had written on paper in 2012.

I used to write a lot of poetry but now it’s actually been quite some time since I have. I’ve said before that I think poetry should come naturally, rather than be coerced out of someone. Those who are familiar with my poetry will know that a lot of it is centred around emotions and feelings, visions, dreams, thoughts, and the like. Because I haven’t written poetry in quite some time, here is one inspired by online shopping experiences. The style reminds me of two of my older poems, TCP/IP and a300 radeons, which read much more fast-paced compared to my other poems, and have some semblance of onomatopoeia in them.

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Oh I like this! Pretty much exactly how shopping online is like!

I used to write very freestyle type poems in high school. I used to enjoy it a lot!

This was lovely! It illustrated online shopping quite well, methinks.

I, too, haven’t written a lot of poetry. I wrote it more as a child than I do as an adult, and I always got frustrated because I wrote about things metaphorically and my mom looked through my stuff while I was at school and would find it and read them…expressing myself was a crime, but I had no other way. What I most love about poetry is that it can still be so regardless of having rhyme or reason—it’s a written art wherein abstract is admired and celebrated, which I loved, because I felt like my existence was abstract.

I meant to do something similar for World Poetry Day but forgot. Oops.