A cry holding me Tight letting me hide in the twilight and that I cry deeply now, as sorrow cuts in, why now, why me? Do you love me? Time will only let us know, will you be here at the end? or will I have to look again, and see right through you and save myself from these tears that, fall from my eye.
[This message has been edited by Kellie_Cantrell (05-15-2003 02:42 AM).]
Oh cool... "a cry holding me." I LOVE the irony of those opening few words. Very, very creative.
Concrete poetry is hard to lay out, but you've done an alright job... I like your choice of words, and the style in which you wrote this... you've done a nice job of describing that tear and all that it entails before it strikes the ground.
Nice work, Kellie.
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world. ~Percy Bysshe Shelley