Wrinkles

Wrinkles

A Poem by Amy

Wrinkles. Tons of wrinkles...

Needing ironing.

I'm tired of ironing.

Exhausted from the constant

force of crashing waves.

Fighting, kicking, screaming,

to stay afloat.

Just keep my head above water.

Just above. That's all I ask.

My dreams are filled with

warm, white sanded beaches.

But alas, only dreams.

No control, chaos.

No peace, confusion, din.

Loud in my ears - quiet!

Bubbles of air just out of grasp.

Can't...reach...

almost touch...floating...

gone...

 

 

3/16/98

© 2008 Amy


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i love how you wrote this, its poetical in design,
as well as subtle complexity, vibrant emotional
effect, has a driving, yearning feeling, the imagery
is written with precise clarity which in turn trans-
pose emotion quite effectively, nice work amy, mike

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ok, did you peek at my life? lol. this could be any day for me...always problems that need solving...chaos to bring order to...noise, noise, noise....it seems there is never quiet. most likely the reason for my chronic insomnia...the only time the house is remotely my own....making the insomnia both the reason for my insanity and its cure...quite a dilema.lol. great write here....I think many of us feel as if life is drowning us....excellently portrayed.

laura

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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