Paris, 1989
Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 9:09 pm
I was on a course at the weekend (NLP) and though it wasnt about writing someone did a short piece about writing, showed us a few items and asked us to write non-stop, without thinking, for 6 minutes - whatever came into our head.
The item I picked was a little replica of the Eiffel Tower, and this is what came out. Any thoughts or critiques kindly appreciated. How could this be made into a better poem?
Paris, 1989
Round and round we went,
higher and higher,
legs heavier each step,
laughing at how unfit we were.
At the top we looked out,
surveyed the scene,
Paris on a hot summers day.
people below, tiny,
leaving work and leaving lovers,
going to work and meeting lovers,
walking with children hand in hand,
sleeping inside tiny windows.
We haven't seen each other for eight years.
We were best friends.
Special bonds that are formed,
seem unbreakable at the time.
Special moments then release...
And they drift backwards whilst
I move forwards,
meet new people, climb new obstacles.
A different viewpoint on a different life,
still moving.
Maybe one day I'll stop, but
maybe it won't be 'til the day I die
The item I picked was a little replica of the Eiffel Tower, and this is what came out. Any thoughts or critiques kindly appreciated. How could this be made into a better poem?
Paris, 1989
Round and round we went,
higher and higher,
legs heavier each step,
laughing at how unfit we were.
At the top we looked out,
surveyed the scene,
Paris on a hot summers day.
people below, tiny,
leaving work and leaving lovers,
going to work and meeting lovers,
walking with children hand in hand,
sleeping inside tiny windows.
We haven't seen each other for eight years.
We were best friends.
Special bonds that are formed,
seem unbreakable at the time.
Special moments then release...
And they drift backwards whilst
I move forwards,
meet new people, climb new obstacles.
A different viewpoint on a different life,
still moving.
Maybe one day I'll stop, but
maybe it won't be 'til the day I die