C.J. Cala is an author who favors the realm of the fairies, making much of his work a mystic mystery to most as he gropes blindly before the veil, grasping at the grail, attempting to touch the gate of Tannhäuser.
This book was on a sort of depressing side and it made me think about how life works, it’s sad about some of the things read and I notice that there is more to life than feeling sorry for ourselves. I feel as if the more we focus on us and our feelings that it’s a trap and we become obsessed and won’t come out of it and that feeling is just suffocating. I know from experience. Bless be everyone. And Happy New Years!!!!!!
"What you may now be Thinking as you read this book: "This poetry sucks.""
Ding Ding Ding! An extra star for at least guessing it right! Also, it would be great if "poets" can figure out haiku is not about just picking up syllables and stringing them together until it gets the shape of 5-7-5 syllables, it'd be great. The last few "haiku" from poetry books I've seen are just people trying to write a facebook post that happened to rhyme. It's getting embarrassing.
"Can't make a haiku. I am thinking to myself: "I have writer's block.""