Untitled

[Mutatis-Mutandis]

There is nothing here anymore.
I see the sun set, and the light fade,
And the stars are cold.
Vibration from within failing
To warm. Dogs are barking in the distance,
And I can understand their language.

[Hawkman]

I recognise this place and state of being, but not the dogs. My world is populated by gulls and screaming cats, fighting for the souls of the damned during the graveyard watch.

A tight, punchy little piece.

Live and be well - H

[inbetween]

is the title "untitled" or isn't there any title at all?

[Mutatis-Mutandis]

I recognise this place and state of being, but not the dogs. My world is populated by gulls and screaming cats, fighting for the souls of the damned during the graveyard watch.

Sounds like you have a nice little poem right there. :nod:

is the title "untitled" or isn't there any title at all?
It's untitled. I couldn't think of a fitting title, and I don't like forcing one on to a poem.

[Delta40]

This is your best so far Mutatis

[À quoi bon?]

I love "the stars are cold."

[everyadventure]

What an ending! You know how to wrap up a poem, my friend.

[Mutatis-Mutandis]

Thanks, everyadventure.

I changed the fourth line, so the poem now reads:

There is nothing here anymore.
I see the sun set, and the light fade,
And the stars are cold.
My body shakes, but fails
To warm. Dogs are barking in the distance,
And I can understand their language.

I still can't think of a title. :mad: