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[adiva_calandia]

Woke up with this in my head:

Blue for sad and blue for mad and blue for a hiding place

Dunno what it is, but I want to remember it.

(Mind, part of me immediately went "That doesn't make sense! And the rhythm needs work," and edited it into the following:

Blue for sadness and orange for madness and green for a hiding place

But I want to remember the original, too.)


How're your mornings going?

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[rimestock.livejournal.com]

D'you know, I actually think I like the original better.

(Or split the difference: Blue for sad and orange for mad and green for a hiding place, maybe.)

I... don't remember if I've ever actually taken a functional class on the logistics of poetry, so I couldn't tell you the name for the meter, and stuff, but I dunno. I like the original, I do.

As for my day: it's currently almost 12:30. I had class at 10:20 and got onto campus for it at 9:40 and had a very unsatisfactory chocolate croissant, which made me sad, and then spent entirely too much time writing down details about fabrics and fibers for my theatre class, and nearly fell asleep anyway because I've been shorting myself on sleep since like. last Thursday, probably, was the last time I slept in any, and I still had someplace I had to be that day. So I am back in my room with plans to sleep another hour and a half or so before I go back to the uptown campus and go to my other three classes.

How's your morning going, though? Other than the rhyme in your head?

[batyatoon]

... I have a horrible feeling I know what it is.

*hides*

[winding_path]

It puts me in the mind of the old magpie rhyme, which alternately begins "One for sorrow, two for joy" or "One for sorrow, two for mirth" and then runs on in any number of ways, a lot of which are here. But it may just be the rhythm of the skipping rhyme pattern.