Poetry Forum

I am the red stripe, I am the green amid the blues, I am the early morning hue, I am your life and death, That early birth and final rest, I am the slurred words and stumbled step, The blade of grass from the height you leapt, Today, tomorrow and yesterday, Monday, Wednesday and all the other days, ...

Upon these heady waves, We search for a new found land, Beneath the cliffs, Yet above the sea, We find our beach of perfect gold, A place where we may lay our hands, And rest our bones, A place never to feel alone, For although we be by ourselves, The water, the rocks, the sand and the air, All offe...

I liked the smack in the face it gave me. Must say I was not concerned about lack of rythmic content as the furiosity of the formation, I thought, gave it a good base.

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Enjoyed it, made my mind wander but then brought me back into the now with the protesters.

I am only a beginner at this critique but liked it a lot. Thanks