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Submitted by whitetea on 27 February 2008 - 4:20am.
Style / Type:
freeform
I could only
sketch something with a face.
your comfort was in
making lines, structure.
you liked buildings and their
corners.
and you were so quiet. ( I connect with that)
you had your high walls, those doors.
I thought about you
penciled in small
in my yesterday,
and me swollen there
not understanding.
(2 votes)
Enjoyed. I suggest that if
Enjoyed. I suggest that if you cut the second line
in the last stanza it will read better and make more
impact.
Well poemed
eric
Deep and Moving
Hi Whitetea
Quite simplistic, yet deep and very meaningful, a sad account of some one
too wrapped up within their work, left unnoticed,
I liked this alot
Best Regards
Peter
~~~~~~~~~Creativity Is to think more efficiently~~~~~~~~~~
jangle morning I come following...Bob Dylan
This poem blew me away
Your work
I dont know
I cant say anything
other then they
are like patterns
in nature
natural patterns
like braille for my mind
>
Orgami, thankyou, you must have had to go back a bit to find this one. I am trying to write so many blurred thoughts out at once all I can say is thankyou.