. oh, what a beautiful song about the blues ... i feel like singin' it ... i guess we have to go through the blues ... to find newer hues ... maybe ...
I think this is my favorite poem of yours that I've read. I've read so many that I've enjoyed too. This is my fav line One more year of growing older, one more year I could have been bolder. The entire poem is remarkable!
There's nothing wrong with the imagery. But the meter is a bit shaken and no punctuations too. I will recommend this as a perfect poetry:
Oh this- poison that we drink,
One more year goes down the sink:
One more year of growing older,
One more year I could've been bolder!
Oh this poison that I seek,
One more night of endless sleep:
One more day through from eyes I peep;
Falling into a formless heap.
One more day must I arise-
Turn my face on-to the skies
Bleary eyed and fuzzy tongue;
No not drink or over hung.
A year old and older just;
Face the world again I must!
Shoulder to the wheel I lean-
Looking for what I have forseen!
Wondering if that day will come;
Goodbye here and hello some;
When I arrive at last--
Welcome the cold winds blast!
And I'd also recommend a change of words usage for much convenient understanding of the message. The first and foremost mission of poetry is to get the message across-- Every other thing comes after.
Norma Moore Sutton has written and published two children's books:
The First Lamb
and
Harry Goes To The Fair
She has written and published the first book in the Haunting Memories Series:
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