oh god I can't even come up with a poem for that topic!
how about...
late night in a diner
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oh god I can't even come up with a poem for that topic!
how about...
late night in a diner
Thank you, Il Perseroso. I started to ask you what that meant, then didn't. These are a little harder to write, but I hope someone will take you up on the challenge. :lol:If not, then I will. I really enjoy writing them-occasionally!
the crackle-flicker
of dying fluorescent bulb
illuminates the
old stains of coffee mugs and
nicotine coated counters
the flight home
good one asilef73!
thanks qimi :blush:
your turn!
Challenge accepted! O.K., here goes...
weary, game over
my ears buzz unpleasantly
who can sleep under light?
unbidden, my eyes swivel
a grotesque gargoyle watches
Sunday morning 4 a.m.
It's cold as hellheat
Without the sun I'm useless
But still observing
Though I can feel the burning
Mithra's light I cannot see
writing
first came papyrus
then the pen scribbled on it
speech got solid form
literature, history, science,arts
knowledge got preserved by hand
madness
curled into a ball,
eyes fixed in a glassy stare,
humming tunelessly,
and sweaty hair a tangle.
lost, separate from the "sane".
lost at sea
suddenly i met
a girl untrodden paths
she was beautiful
prettier than she looked in dreams
I looked at her in silence
dream unfulfilled
i did cry out, young
as i was, young and yearning,
yearning and turning
to the everafter lands,
cried and slept, to dream again.
misheard lyrics
I'm a sailor man
Hey Ho, I'm a sailor man!
come aboard my ship
we'll dance and dine all night
promises the tailor-man!
ocean garden
You've just gained a layer of soul for admitting that.Quote:
Originally Posted by Il Penseroso
light elevated,
my swizzling, make-believe ride,
that sun, heat so bright,
limpid whispers, tentacles,
blooms, waves of shadow, sea - shells.
a bridge over a freeway
hissing and rushing;
a mechanical deluge
dividing our worlds
rages below this concrete
span. i would cross if i dared.
idle hands