It should't grow, its perfect as it is ... I love how you beautifully connected lack of words , to lack of water , dry as the desert , sometimes we feel the emptiness of no words , like praying for the rain to come and wash us all .... all poets can relate to this , we are the words people , we are longing to be heard on dry periods ... only a writer that know how hard it is , not to fid the right words to express the feelings , wait for the rain to come , wet the ground again before the first bloom... thank you for briinging so much beauty into here xx
It should't grow, its perfect as it is ... I love how you beautifully connected lack of words , to lack of water , dry as the desert , sometimes we feel the emptiness of no words , like praying for the rain to come and wash us all .... all poets can relate to this , we are the words people , we are longing to be heard on dry periods ... only a writer that know how hard it is , not to fid the right words to express the feelings , wait for the rain to come , wet the ground again before the first bloom... thank you for briinging so much beauty into here xx
Powerful and emotive: the diamonds amid downcast raindrops. Love the structure, the varying line lengths really make the poem seem as if you are musing as you write. Such classical imagery which is always the most charged.
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..