04-19-2016, 04:43 AM
Leanne: That one has an edge to it. Enjoyed a lot of it, especially "the flipskirt fancies tripping along the road." And these last lines:
I didn't speak. You knew me as space
begging to be filled by your secretive smiles.
The key unfolds. My words fill gaps
left in stone by the passing of a parasite.
Leaves are ground to dust beneath my heel.
You have a great ability set mood and give the poem movement and action.
I didn't speak. You knew me as space
begging to be filled by your secretive smiles.
The key unfolds. My words fill gaps
left in stone by the passing of a parasite.
Leaves are ground to dust beneath my heel.
You have a great ability set mood and give the poem movement and action.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson