Tarpaulin
Let me be
your human canvas
carve me like
you would on stone
my fingers bleed
words upon the page
yet I am only
flesh and bone
pacing my steps
upon the stage
only mortal man
who writes his soul
crying out
to the thin air
I beg of you
to treat me fairly
look down upon me
if you dare
but don't ignore me
with your silence
for I would be
your human canvas...
Last Few Words: For those of you who don't know, eddy styx is my demented alter ego.
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Wow
This is really powerful and excellently written. I've missed reading you. So good to be back.
Love,
Faith
Hi Faith!
Thanks for reading and responding!
Always, Cat
Dear (((Ian)))
What a lovely thing to say! Greatly appreciated!
always, Cat
Hey cat
This was interesting reading. The imagery and flow is really good. The only thing is I didn't get the understanding of it. I'm sure it's me, as it normally is. I enjoy seeing the images you so carefully described.
Hey cat
This was interesting reading. The imagery and flow is really good. The only thing is I didn't get the understanding of it. I'm sure it's me, as it normally is. Other than that, I enjoy seeing the images you so carefully described.
Dear Barbara,
Hi there! Nice to see you! The meaning of this poem that he wants and yearns for her so much that he will take any kind of abuse from her just to keep her. (sick twist that he is, he might just enjoy it, LOL!)
always, Cat
btw: great photo of you lovely lady!
Thanks Jayne!
I will let you know!
love, Cat
Dear Rosi,
I am so pleased that this poem sparked such imagery in your mind's eye!
love, Cat