Guest GriZzmo Posted January 6, 2003 Report Posted January 6, 2003 Voices, tiny voices, that no one hears but me Silent, almost silent, but I still hear their plea For sun and water, dirt and growth; to simply be left be From eager hands with sharpened shears; a death they can not flee Songs, faded songs, from throats you could not see Silence, deadly silence, once beatiful and free Which life is worth the most? - All are, can't you see? And that my dear is why I cried, when you cut that rose for me -- I don't know what I'm saying but I do know I say things that you don't understand. If you do understand what I am saying then you are wrong. -- Sometimes I aim for poetic beauty, sometimes for wisdom or thoughtfull words. I usually end up just being weird.Edited by: GriZzmo at: 1/6/03 6:53:58 pm
Guest crowgirl1126 Posted January 8, 2003 Report Posted January 8, 2003 Wow!I really like this poem, GriZzmo! What catches me is the rythm and cadence of the stanzas. I also like how you used t "ee" sounding words in both stanzas. The ending is strong and meaningful. Are you thinking of applying?
Guest GriZzmo Posted January 10, 2003 Report Posted January 10, 2003 Thanks =) I was a bit unhappy about the two see's though. Applying? Sorry, don't really know how things work around here. I've lurked a little for a month or two but still don't know what you're talking about. I'm a bit clueless like that. I just posted because a friend of mine over in Canada insisted on seeing some of my writing. -- I don't know what I'm saying but I do know I say things that you don't understand. If you do understand what I am saying then you are wrong. -- Some aim for poetic beauty, some for wisdom or thoughtfull words. I usually end up just being weird.
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