I miss me...

Written for Albert�s Poetry Café 10/40

     

 

 

Smiling

At the power

Felt in those handshakes

Of youth

In those titles, dress coats- in those years…

I see old age, a pestilence

Outsiders-

And now whistles for that power, again.

Looking desperately

Through my faint flashing,

Smoked glasses. . .

 

 

 

words used:

dress – power – whistles – outsiders – flashing -
smoked – titles – handshakes – pestilence - smiling

Reviews

[Midnight Dreams]

Oh!Oh!

[Adela Muresan]

Nice work. I really enjoyed reading this.
You fit powerful pain into verses with grace :).

A.M.

[Save the Trees, Save th..]

wow the is very beautiful and well write. lovely. truly truly lovely

[Helena]

Oh very well penned indeed. The imagery drawn in this wonderful
poem was top class. How seamlessly interwoven were the 10 words!
Bravo!

Thank you for entering Tovli's 10/40 competition this week!
Please come back for the next lot of words!!

Helena :)

[EliJoLee]

woww.
very deep worded.
i really like the line...
Smiling
At the power
Felt in those handshakes
Of youth
loved it.

[MandarinOranges]

Very clever useage of those words.

"And now whistles for that power, again"

I especially like this line. Overall, a very powerful, thought provoking piece. Good job!