Kristin BergeneNeed To Write
Stare at the blank pages.
Pen in hand, ready to dance in neat lines of poetic construction.
But the mind is tired
and that first sentence
is deep.
xx, Kristin
Stare at the blank pages.
Pen in hand, ready to dance in neat lines of poetic construction.
But the mind is tired
and that first sentence
is deep.
xx, Kristin
My next assessment that I’d like to share with you is my poem The Bridge, haha. It hasn’t changed much from the original however. The second poem that I turned in was The Captain’s Log which did not c
There is no note on the passage of time. No lost journal or diary – no captain’s log. The sun rises to another day, at the same moment it leaves the land in the darkness of night. The moon, quite conf