Hot Like Ebola!!!: More Poetry

When I was looking through my old poems for friday's bonanza, I came across a little one I wrote when I was taking British Literature after 1800. We had just read "Ode on a Grecian Urn" by John Keats, and it inspired me more that the other poetry I was reading. I wrote this response, and it was promptly buried under all the drivel I was prodeucing back in the "Frosh Period". Looking at it now, I think I like it.

"Urn"
Keats, you have
your urn
but me?
I have no ashtray
to rhapsodize
no painted jar
to show me constancy
or beauty
there is no art
no nature
that can comfort death
with this pen
shimmering blue-hard
in the canned light
I write my urn

:: submitted by Jenevieve, 6:18 AM
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You really need to keep writing poetry. I think you are good.