Nothing but your hands, blue flames, the signature of night. Something that the ocean and you can afford... the way a poem breaks on several waves. entire gardens bend to such a passing dawn finds an answer to questions like your eyes and the leaves bleed violets on the toes of someone far away. From the island of a footprint they imagine the coasts of undiscovered countries. I want to depend on their pale beaches, those who travel upon them become light. And those with the history of longing in their voices, they are like the sighs of someone far away.
i enjoyed this... i love the line dawn finds an answer to questions like your eyes makes me think of the reflections we see in others .. keep writing how we seek for life in questions in answers in us... love n peace from saff
'T ain't crap. tis good. I like bending gardens, poems breaking on waves and leaves bleeding violets on toes!! It's an odd little poem because it thinks a lot. So many enchanting secrets round each corner, it gives more and more with each read.
cuz love is a piano dropped from a four-story window, and he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, you know
well if it is, like you say, a thinking poem, then that is something to think about! thank you for the replies.
hmm yes thats fair enough but i'd still like some reasoning from the poet themselves to stand along with my thinking.
well... if you stick around for a while and read what i write, or if you have been around from the old forums, you'll find that my titles usually have nothing to do with the poem.... i usually take them from other poems written by other people, they most likely have meaning if you read the poems from which i take them from... but they're basically useless... i do however like the mysterious effect that it gives the poems. I despise poems that have the exact words in the title and in the poem for some reason.
I liked it... I felt like I had to keep turning and watching my back, because I felt like something was creeping up on me... like echoes in an alley...