
Rumbly grumbly
Big ol’ beast
The beast of the east
Has no teeth
He plucks you up
And puts you down
Into the coldest water
That was ever found
You freeze like a sickle
And he licks you up
You better watch out
For the toothless grump
Behind the Poem...My World
Let me start off with this: I am incredibly proud of that doodle. I'm not sure how that came out of my pen, but I love it. It gives me Hollow Knight vibes and it's wonderful.
Honestly, I don't always know what to say about where my poems came from. I've been on one of my kicks recently where my brain is churning out things and I don't know where to place them. I've written 5 or 6 poems in the last week where I haven't written anything in 3 months. My mind just decides "I am creativity" and runs with it.
I wrote this poem a few months ago, so not the same creativity kick, but it came out of a similar one. This poem has more to do with the rhythm for me than it does with the actual word content. When I read this poem and think about it's rhythm and the words, it puts me in the same space as Over the Garden Wall, Gravity Falls, and Where the Wild Things Are. This singular simple poem is nothing compared to those absolute works of art (imo) but I feel like I've contributed to that genre in my own way. It's a little weird and silly, a little mysterious, a little folk-lorish feeling, and a little artsy.
That's why I don't always (hardly ever) write poems to convey a specific message. Sometimes I want to write them to convey an idea of my little world, which contains things like grumpy monsters and tiny tattoos of Waldo. It's just a nice place to be.
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Liberty Jensen • Writer
Liberty is a donations manager, finance student, and full-time drinker of coffee. She enjoys poetry, her cats, and spending time with her husband.
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