Letters From The Fishbowl

The life, times, fiction, and mind-lint of V.B. Rising. Enter at your own risk, traveler, for here there be rants and misplaced modifiers.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012


Here's a poem I wrote in high school.*  It was originally published in the very short-lived school literary magazine.  I'm posting it here because I think it's cute, and I remember glowing when a really intimidating upperclasswoman told me her English class had discussed it and they'd all really liked it.**


This little poem is not my best,
a little weaker than the rest,
a little less important,
and a little waste of air.
A little something thrown together,
there's little wisdom here to share.

But with a little bit of heart,
this verse could play its little part.
A little touch of magic
and a little slice of thought
could make this poem something big...
even though it's not.

*Surprisingly not emo.
**If you think publishing a cute poem well-loved by upperclassmen-and-women is enough to make the rest of the school forget that you think "Pirate" is an acceptable fashion statement, hey, I've got some bad news for you...


Shana said...

Who was the upperclasswoman?

V. said...

I don't remember; that was the only time she ever talked to me! I feel like she was in Madrigal Choir, maybe...