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Thu 7 Oct, 2004 05:59 pm
almost defiant almost like the way she moves throught he crowd
fiction like any good dog will stay when its called but will strain against the leash
saying it out loud makes it almost real but my expectations will drown against the clamors of my youth and understatements have only
to go so far
sorrow masked gives the feeling of a quiet sobbing with dry tears
midnight eyes gaze at the wall a white border between me and i
mind the carpet but blood is a stage when
the cells revolt
to the constant
force of life
injected
with evrey breath
with every heartbeat
we were meant to die
so few understand this
This crosses back an forth between structured and free verse. I am one who likes these risky endeavors, btw :-)
Brrrr is not something I would say. I would say you are giving us a puzzle. Shall we solve it, or is it unsolvable?
Though it may not be something YOU would say, the essence of poetry lies in its unique interpretations. Be careful when you climb your podium. You might fall from a great height kelly.
sounds like the person is sad and is in need of counseling..but i never interpret poetry correctly..just ask my highschool english teacher..she hated me ..but your poem/prose was cool.
Please do not take my perceived anti-'Brrr' as an affront, panzade, for it was not intended as such. I stand beside you on this podium, scratching my chin, thinking, 'Nah, brrr is not something I would say.' Not that 'Brrr' is in any way an inappropriate interpretation on your part as a fellow observer. My statement was in contrast to yours, not an objection. That's all. Friends? I hate falling from podiums...
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