Gentle Skin Upon Jagged Rocks

Im frozen in this ice berg.

And though i see the persperation,

i know time waits for no one.

The feel is gentle skin

thrown upon jagged rocks.

I want to put paper to them,

but then

what would i have left.

I never wanted to let you go.

Beyond your light,

the canvas blank,

i never even looked past you.

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nightlight1220's picture

This is my favorite of yours

This is my favorite of yours so far. It has something the others don't. There is a sense of deep pain with the courage to persevere... it speaks very loud of a place in us all that society "poopoos", but without it we have become spineless in every way, like sheep following a statue of gold instead of indiivduals following their unique life path.


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


Morningglory's picture

really good... you got me

really good... you got me with that one. My mind is in poetryland. Thanks!

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