So many lines, and walls, just bury me in the sand before you draw that line, making its center point across my body, because half of me is yours, and the other half, well I feel deserves a castle. And maybe one day when you forget these terms of boundaries, you can come to rule once again, along my side, as my better half....
Ha, this is what popped out when I read this... I love it Emily!!!
well, i like this. i like the build up. its like a commentary on my least favorate poem of all time "fences make good strangers", or whatever its called. this also has some great sounds, nice movement. very well written my friend.
I love this one!! the last 2 lines completely make it for me - they're just so clever in opposition to the previous lines - the simple making a sand castle enlivened by the backdrop - draw your line - twist it as you wish - hell add a wall too it'll give shade and protection for the castle!! nice!!
So many lines, and walls, just bury me in the sand before you draw that line, making its center point across my body, because half of me is yours, and the other half, well I feel deserves a castle. And maybe one day when you forget these terms of boundaries, you can come to rule once again, along my side, as my better half....
Ha, this is what popped out when I read this... I love it Emily!!!
This touched me deeply , and I dont know why , maybe I miss that type of poetry , simple as it should be, leaving place for the imagination . sentimental as you are
xx
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..