Keep your virgin heart
beneath a creaking floor board.
Ever pure, meet me by
the crack beneath your locked door:
and there I'll be
scratching love notes in the painted wood.
Monologue
Pseud,
Iam proud of you son - LOL
This is the most imagist piece from you yet and i like the story you tell of floorboard and clever title monolog (ue)...ie a single log or floorboard plank and the love relationship it is the purity of the draught under the door ( compare to a writing draft of a love note )
well done -enjoyed this a lot
see you around buddy
Arco
ps - bad luck i counted 180 characters 20 more than for the arckhu form - LOL
Iam proud of you son - LOL
This is the most imagist piece from you yet and i like the story you tell of floorboard and clever title monolog (ue)...ie a single log or floorboard plank and the love relationship it is the purity of the draught under the door ( compare to a writing draft of a love note )
well done -enjoyed this a lot
see you around buddy
Arco
ps - bad luck i counted 180 characters 20 more than for the arckhu form - LOL
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It's good. Very good, in fact.
Some might call it a little obscure - but it's none the worse for that. In fact, poetry often lends itself to obscurity in much the same way as a river lends itself to being wet.
This will take a good few reads to get the most out of it - but oh, the satisfaction of when I do...
Some might call it a little obscure - but it's none the worse for that. In fact, poetry often lends itself to obscurity in much the same way as a river lends itself to being wet.
This will take a good few reads to get the most out of it - but oh, the satisfaction of when I do...
There are no grey skies - only clouds with silver linings
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Pseud the obscure, lol, shit I laughed at my own gag.
Your poems of late seem to be leaning toward feelings of claustrophobia, of being trapped: prisons, floor boards, communicating through closed doors, good stuff.
Your poems of late seem to be leaning toward feelings of claustrophobia, of being trapped: prisons, floor boards, communicating through closed doors, good stuff.
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