I don't regret not writing love poems

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by ripple23, Dec 30, 2004.

  1. ripple23

    ripple23 Member

    and sometimes the winter is the
    hollow in my voice
    or the sound of a cat's, perhaps,
    footsteps in the hall
    if the hall can imagine itself
    as a silence with great
    green eyes, landscape eyes,
    eyes that are both sun and moon

    i can wait until two.

    and sometimes the winter divides a body,
    leaving 26 unintentional myths
    and the echo of crows in the blue distance.
     
  2. MindxSmoke

    MindxSmoke Member

    brilliant. Your a good writer.
     
  3. ripple23

    ripple23 Member

    *bows slightly*
     
  4. fulmah

    fulmah Chaser of Muses

    that was fantastic... excellent movement from line to line, with wonderful shifting of images, and good use of repetition. I thoroughly enjoyed this, and:

    what a perfect ending! very nicely done!

    :)
     
  5. littleskinny

    littleskinny Member

    great rhythm and your cat images haunt me now.....
     
  6. ripple23

    ripple23 Member

    hell yeah, i use to hate cats until a week ago....
     
  7. littleskinny

    littleskinny Member

    lol...and why the change of heart!!?
     
  8. ripple23

    ripple23 Member

    well, you know, they're poets... baudelaire loved cats
     
  9. littleskinny

    littleskinny Member

    hear hear
     
  10. gdhmomchild

    gdhmomchild Duct tape abuser

    ~* wonderful! I really can't say anything that hasn't been said already, I did like the way you ended it*~
     
  11. wideyed

    wideyed Member

    i was wondering about the number 26.. i cant make up my own reason for your choosing it.. feel like explaining?
     

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