Open Poetry #41 |
Let's Pretend |
Match Member
since 2002-07-01
Posts 286Canada Edmonton |
My life is such a clutter and I wish this wasn't always such a mess and I envy the flutter, Of the ugliest moth it breaths with such a freedom, that the iron just rots... the skin rusty. Like an old penny that fetches that foul smell, and makes your teeth crawl like a bite into tinfoil. The smell inyour hands that'll never come clean, of the sins you've committed and you scrub at the folds that crease in your palm. But he already knows what you've done wrong. -Ash- |
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Bronzeage Member
since 2007-07-20
Posts 197 |
This is an outstanding piece. Very well done. Type II poet. Its worth the work. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Hi Match, I don't understand the title, it doesn't seem to match the poem. However the writing is outstanding and I hope to see more. Ida |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Well done Ashley: You have a great gift with imagery. TD |
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