This one did not die, and a piece of you did not go with it. Those othere were not meant for us to read or for you to see color in but you will get that back I know it because I have read many of your writings and I like all that I read and can see the colr in everyone of them. You have a way with words that many do not posses you will find it again because it did not leave, it only took a sojurne for the moment but it will return. It will come back with a vengance and I for one cannot wiat to read the words that flow fvrom you when it does!
lmao... wow
That is actually what I think happen to us all when writing... We put something down on the page and then step away. Moment later it just does not seem to have the same effect when you first wrote it.
Well done my friend, this was funny to me only because of how true it is.
I really love the symbolysm. (Also I'm concerned as to the whereabouts of Micro and if she has also died like your poems) I'm pretty sure its been two weeks...
This one did not die, and a piece of you did not go with it. Those othere were not meant for us to read or for you to see color in but you will get that back I know it because I have read many of your writings and I like all that I read and can see the colr in everyone of them. You have a way with words that many do not posses you will find it again because it did not leave, it only took a sojurne for the moment but it will return. It will come back with a vengance and I for one cannot wiat to read the words that flow fvrom you when it does!
Wow, how every true. This has happened to me so many times, "Dead Poem" this name is very suitable for such a true write.
This poem is wonderful, it made me think.
I know how feel. After a while when we look back at our work we dont see life in it anymore, we no longer have the excitement we once had when writing it.
I write all my poetry into a book first. Then come back to it. Your poem is true. I always come back to a poem and rewrite the poem. I like the logic of this poem. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote
17, competitive dancer, musician, runner, general dork.
I used to post a lot a few years ago, and I've found some interest again through a poetry class I am taking at school. Looking forward to pos.. more..