11-25-2016, 08:18 PM
(11-25-2016, 08:00 PM)Achebe Wrote: I don't know if this qualifies as poetry but ilm happily drunk and therefore everything is poetry.
I thought it was you I saw
I thought it was you I saw
as if looking to fly away
for a moment it was you I saw
in a glimpse, though you're far away
under the moon.
And thinking it was you I saw
I rejoiced in the hoping
for a flash of black eyes, far away
a sinking twilight star away
where the winter forest's moping
under the moon.
hello,
well, this sure is a poem and a quite beautiful one, at that. . . i would, however, prefer something other that the clunky "i rejoiced in the hoping". unlike the rest, it sounds very unnatural and forced.
anyway, thanks for sharing.
