Dark Poetry #5 |
Are we really there? |
madelyn Member
since 2009-09-03
Posts 172Purgatory |
I am the figure who skulks just out of sight, As you hurry home on a moon lit night, She is the figure who lurks in the lamp light, As your shout down your phone in the throes of a fight He is the figure in the blur of your photo, Coming into view in the lights of the bistro, That is the figure that’s just around the corner, As you hurry down the block needing to get warmer, They are the figures that are outside your door, As you look through the peep-hole looking for more, This is the figure that lives in your mirror, When your enter the room so as to come nearer We are the things of your nightmares and dreams, Able to split you apart at the seams. |
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LaGraceLa Member
since 2011-01-30
Posts 243Minnesota, USA |
I really like this poem, it started with a wonderful beat, rhythm, pulse-- whatever you want to call it-- but that last line is off and doesn't mimic the rest. I don't know if you wanted that for dramatic effect or not, but it just doesn't really fit. Even just adding a few small words makes it flow like the rest, like... That are able to split you apart at your seams I really enjoyed this poem with beat, rythem, pulse of the last line put aside |
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