Guest crowgirl1126 Posted December 8, 2002 Report Posted December 8, 2002 Your Rotten Mulch. Too many seams to pull out. How many? Too few breaks. Shame on me, how selfish I am.... Yet remaining unsatisfied. As I gaze out at the icy pavement.... I realize I am like a broken capsule. Anxious. Crippled. Tounge-tied and teary-eyed. What IS Time? Please punish me so I'll learn. And Hate you. Listening to the hush.... I've concluded that I AM. Blanket me, O Mother Earth. Protect me. Silence me. Let me burrow deep inside.... Your ever warmth.... Your Rotten Mulch.
Falcon2001 Posted December 10, 2002 Report Posted December 10, 2002 Damn this is some good stuff. Sorry about not replying sooner, I kept putting it off, but I really wanted to reply to this one. This poem is an excellent example of imagery, it really pulls you into it. Keep up the good work, and hope to see more of you around the Pen! Cioden Darkeye Quill-Bearer - The Pen is Mightier than the Sword Owner of the Reply Raven - Enemy to all those who never post responses "Oh my God, I'm LEAKING POETRY!"
SoaringIcarus Posted December 11, 2002 Report Posted December 11, 2002 Crowgirl, I like what the title does for the tone, it's a good set-up. And never appologise for selfishness. "Tongue-tied and tear-eyed" Great rhyme, and ALLITERATION! (I hope Ms. Reakes reads this poem.) The last half of this poem is even more stupendous, it really has a beat to it, and a delayed-sting. Love it. Post more, please. -Icarus
Nyyark Posted December 14, 2002 Report Posted December 14, 2002 Along with Falcon I say WONDERFUL imagry. Great poem!
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