Happy poetry day!

To celebrate - a poem from this century, by a NZ teen... Dedication ~Chloe Sutherland This poem is for the people who, symbolically, tore my paper to shreds. For my essay returned, wounded in a sea of red pen this small poem remembers the hours spent, hunched over a desk, finishing it. This poem, in all its chaotic glory, is to recall ideas cascading and falling, perfectly tangled, onto my page. May they rest quietly, those who did not believe. And those who didn’t care. This is for the people who, so lovingly, tossed me into the deep end. This poem is for me. Page 1 Cupid on a Friday night.