Fuggedaboutit
May 20, 2005
Sometimes I think I am a decent writer, and sometimes I imagine even a little more than that. But then I read something by one of the greats and I think, who am I kidding? I could work for days and never come up with a line half as good as, “the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.”
Posted by Bill Trippe at May 20, 2005 12:38 AM
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There is something very synaesthetic about that line, isn't there? If I could pull off a poem about roses, I might consider myself a writer...
Posted by Pam at May 26, 2005 12:34 PM