Head wheeling slow ideas escaping away clouds drifting distance grows waves numbing sense confusion playing games hearing silentearth breath gone here I sat die
Redid this someone pointed out that I'd made an error. I did write this in the early morning hours. Also silent isn't suppose to be underlined, but it won't underline so it's stuck there.
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good, good work, i am a fan of the soft and dramatic emphasis on emotions,
it reminds me of the poet that dies unto one self to create or surrender
an emotion, or vision in the midst of an artistic moment, the image of earth
gives your worfds a vast sense of ponder, then to take the meaning
to its furthest depth where death holds reason, this is an excellent poem :)
I see the confusion of everything scattered through our lives as we meander the craziness of life then as we grow older, we begin to hear the voice of earth, of nature, of our god, and camly return...
good, good work, i am a fan of the soft and dramatic emphasis on emotions,
it reminds me of the poet that dies unto one self to create or surrender
an emotion, or vision in the midst of an artistic moment, the image of earth
gives your worfds a vast sense of ponder, then to take the meaning
to its furthest depth where death holds reason, this is an excellent poem :)
The names Krystina Michelle Walters
Poetry is one of my soul passions in life. Without its passion I wouldn't understand the beauty of the written word or that beauty of this world.
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