Yeah, yeah, so I'm tall.
Yet, I think I'm rather small.
When I think of it,
the great expanse of it -
this amazing universe...
I can't be so... terse...
or think of a better verse.
Words sometimes can flow free
as I simply breathe... to be.
Now hopefully
they form some melody
and not some travesty
of poorly written poetry.
I hope instead
before this body's dead
to find great peace
in some space of reality.
~
OK, OK, there's some misguided attempt at writing verse.
Maybe, I failed at that. Any poets or writers want to offer any suggestions?
What have you failed at today? In other words, what are you learning? What are you willing to fail forward in?