But I don't read poetry anymore. I think I got my fair share of it.
Tina just finished taking a class in Victorian poetry. Foolishly, I agreed to read some of it to her one night when she was tired.
You know, I liked Tennyson a few years ago. It was good. It was even almost fresh. But re-reading it? Neither.
I wonder if I just dislike the entire genre? No more poetry for me?
Or am I just jealous of everyone else's mad sKilZ with sentences that defy the laws of gravity because I haven't been able to write poetry for years?
