This is a poem done by me and Vanessa. It is based on the "Exquisite Corpse" Surrealist game, except for writing instead of drawing. It was a fun collab! :)
She was looking through her window on
morning,
does not reach the window, the sun does not
melt the glass. The glass was dripping with white
paint
on the the frames paint on the columns leave the
mirror. She glanced at it again and saw a white
bird.
is trapped and is spooked by its own reflection, it
gets injured, the floor under shattered, pieces
of mirror falling everywhere, no sound was
heard.
it? No one heard it. The noise was trapped in
there.
Ohhhh, interesting poem, took me into a world of glass and birds in an unknown landscape perhaps. Do you plan on making a drawing or picture that reflects what this poem is about? Would be cool to design a picture based on this poem. If you do so, please post it, I would love to see it!
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