her love in the length of a scar
a fight with no taste for war
the craving for oven-fresh peace
his dream of the might-not-have-beens
intents being forced into sleep
a night with no dawning to seek
her love in the range of a star
a light with no shine to dart
7 comments:
Hello, I really like this poem and the way it was set up, great rhythm.
wonderful I have to agree with the setup with jenn..well done young lady
I love the way you used the pink/red color to highlight the word association.
The strength of this poem, I think, lies in the natural progression of those words and the evocative words you have chosen to describe them:
"oven-fresh peace"
I love it!
Nathan
I thank all of you for the wonderful words, most sincerely. Your positive reaction rocks my world!
@Nathan
You love it?
Well, I love the way you seem to have absorbed every single shade of it...
When I read poetry or even prose I try to analyze it and figure out what makes it beautiful, what the writer might have intended, or what they may have been feeling when they wrote it.
I have tagged you with a meme at Bookworm Meme.
Nathan
Concretamente belíssimo!
beijos
This poem floats
lifting my imagination
towards mixed directions
all of them pleasing.
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