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.
June 28, 2007 by Naida
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.
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.