The vase falls
Making the same
Noise, all over.
The vase breaks,
Not like an egg,
Empty, all over.
I wonder how
I have nothing to say
Nothing to disrupt
But my chilling
Sterilizing pride.
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girl, you are too good not to publish. have you ever tried?
Nooo, I have never tried, and I don`t think I will,
though it was my father`s dream.
Call it if you like domestic poetry or a pet substitute.
I find the existence of it ( not the poetry itself, at least not always) pathetic at times, more often than not.
But I don`t care, it somehow helps me preserve my sanity.
Thank you though, for your words.
yeah, words. my dad says: “if you can’t really help me, please spare your advice”. but i could not resist without saying.
there is not much market here anyway. not that many people read or taste poetry (including me) i like yours though. keep it up, one fan and one sane day further.
I certainly shall, God willing!
And I did not mind you saying what you said at all,
thank you.
I think you gotta try! great and the image fits perfectly as always!
Eni, thanks a lot but my mind is pretty well made up.:)
Thank God i have come to know my limits.