Blurry gaze through tear tangled lashes soul filled dew longest drawn out night... heart pumping tears down brackish streams pouring through the corners of her sight
pool of sorrow slips her cupeled palms gentle drops freckle this silk gown tonight
Excellent. I was swayed and sucked in by the flow of your words. It took a describtion of an everyday experience and made something unworldly and hazily whimisical out of it. The ability to do such is clear sign of a true writer. Keep in there and keep learning and you'll do great things with your stuff. P.S Don't ever say you won't get published, i've been published and I can tell you that you have all the potential to be to. Kudos
Each line dilated and airy, wide open, leaving much for the imagination. There is one thing I really like about these poems you write, when you associate a picture in the middle of the writing. It is kind of like a visual aid. Although I usually disagree with too much art disrupting the creative absorption of words by the reader, I would probably say that this is an exception. Actually, I think this only works for poetry and non-fiction instruction manuals and not with regular fiction (what I normally write). Thank you for sharing this bit of your mind.
It was a pleasant stay,
but I must say
That scratching and moaning beyond the closet door
Was rather disturbing
while I tried to sip my tea.
Absolutely breathtaking... I could close my eyes and drift with these words. See her sorrowful tears as she brushes them away, basked in candlelight, opening shutters to the world beyond, pained and broken as she steps out onto the balcony. A beautiful, lovely image and yet lined with a profound sadness, unaware of why her tears fall, just sharing her agony as she mourns. I love how you began this with smooth words and then added the image of a woman wearing the slightest hint of loss at the corners of her lips, yet almost peaceful. Truly amazing and incredibly written, Rossen.