Secrets, secrets are no fun. Unless they’re shared with everyone!
We all have secrets, some large, some small. Every once in a while one gets shared; time and time again one becomes a rumor. One secret I’ll let out right now is that I have a first draft of the intro to my book (that’s what we’ll call it, despite the plan only to publish it in an electronic version as a short story, or collection there of) yet I have no idea what the actual book will contain. While I figure that out, I may as well share a poem on secrets!
The poem I speak of originated as a command to write about a deep secret, the darker and the dirtier the better. Rather than bore a still young audience with the meaty details, I’ll share the poem:
Dark and Homey
Stiff and Cozy;
a Slip of the Lip
share once for sure
then twice no more!
Words now dashing.
This secret, or rather a group of them, is a bit more difficult to decipher than that of the directionless book. Good luck figuring it out!
Until next time,