04-19-2014, 07:33 AM
The days are long
but then time slips
between two pale sheets
and nothing seems to bud.
A sigh tumbles out like a lazy butterfly.
Rainy days have drawn themselves around me
like wet stockings.
And I wait, as if counting down the days with chalk
on a cement wall.
but then time slips
between two pale sheets
and nothing seems to bud.
A sigh tumbles out like a lazy butterfly.
Rainy days have drawn themselves around me
like wet stockings.
And I wait, as if counting down the days with chalk
on a cement wall.
(04-19-2014, 07:22 AM)Leanne Wrote: Now that you've received such excellent feedback on your poem, it's time to give some back -- in fact, it really should be done the other way around/ adminOn the double. Actually I did critique a poem first.