08-15-2014, 03:23 AM
(08-15-2014, 02:59 AM)ellajam Wrote: I had her at dead from "pink rose petals on your eyes." L5, then the blood-red in L6 confirmed it for me. The held breath went along for the ride, the end was ugh, N was the cause. So, for me, almost a slasher poem.I found an interesting audabe you might enjoy, I know I did.
@fogglethorpe: Thanks for mentioning Aubade, I'd never heard the term and it was an interesting google trip. Does anyone have one they like? I haven't found any I'd read again.
Audabe with Burning City by Ocean Vuong
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetryma...oem/247166
"Where there are roses we plant doubt.
Most of the meaning we glean is our own,
and forever not knowing, we ponder."
-Fernando Pessoa
Most of the meaning we glean is our own,
and forever not knowing, we ponder."
-Fernando Pessoa

