Sister in distress,
I hear those words
Like clinking coins
You have to pay
For having a soul,
The need for a soul.
And I feel that
Yes, it is a beautiful
Thing to die
In a free fall,
An embracing fall,
An awakening under
The pregnant sun
That promises other lights,
Over a bridge,
For bridges are there
To connect,
A way of pushing in labor
Toward the truth.
bless your pen but you must be inside my head.
this is really good.
Thank you very much, I truly thought I was in her head.
why yours though?
I meant why so unusually gloomy?
oh gloom and doom have a permanent home in my soul. that is why i try not to write poetry, because it is all sad and sorrowful.
besides the ending is optimistic and that is what counts.
I guess it’s in order to confess that I am an avid reader of your poetry as posted on this blog.
More painful to confess however, is the fact that, the really good stuff remains uncommented just because I am lazy and the verses are so good they speak for themselves.
Thank you!
I actually thought that people in general are not interested in poetry,
though I do not consider myself a poet neither my writing so good as to expect many visits. It just feels good to write something from time to time, it is fulfilling.
great!
write please. it is true people are not that interested in poetry, insofar as most poetry consists of kooperativisti bejte.
you on the other hand are too good to deprive us of your verses.
Thank you!
I`ll please myself and believe you.
It`s just that lately between home schooling, changing diapers,
cleaning, a broken fridge and all the spoiled food that comes with it,
and the flu I can`t even finish a proper thought.
I truly need my mother!
Great verses!
I have already listed it between my preferred ones.
Cheers