And being the completely unoriginal putz that I am... I'm ganking the idea to post a poem a day (or atleast try) from Saskaia.

I also apologize for having been massively M.I.A. the past couple of months. I've been working on a play that opens in two weeks so I've been super busy.

ANYWAYS... I give you poem one:

Praetorian Rhapsody

I do bite my thumb at you sir!
Spoke the penguin to the sky
But why should he spake of this
Shakespeare is eons dead
Dead and gone like so many before him.
Yet the penguin speaks on…
How strange to see such a small thing in such a state
But stranger things I have seen and heard
In my short but much spoken of life
Pomegranate tears from the mountains of India
Those watery eyes all find a watery grave
“Speak” cries the river, moans the puddle, sighs the sand
Speak and be known, be heard, be still
Can a cello speak without a player?
Can spring still be spring with snow?
Long have I wandered and long shall I wait
Compassion shows its face only at mid-morning
Reflected on a lilac pond that speaks of years gone by
My mind does not remember but the soul seems to know
Where is the scarf? In the kitchen, speaks the penguin.
“To be or not to be” but that speech is old
Give us something new, (SPEAK!) Give us something true
But alas one by one those speaking, chattering penguins
Are stealing what’s left of my speech and my sanity.

-Written by Yours Truly
(Cause during this month I might totally cheat and just give you other ppls poems that I just think are awesome. And No I'm not going to pretend I wrote them.)

I had to write this for Creative Writing and the point was to repetitively use one word, though I kind of ended up using two (speak and penguin)