ink forming into words
in
the back of my head.
raging
and scratcing behind my teeth
tempting
to spill through my lips.
swelling.
threatening to overflow.
our
ideas explode on a blank page. a
pen
fused to our viens. our ink
forms
a lucid spill over a white canvas.
thoughts
scream out loud caressing our minds. wrap
around
the soul. for we are all
poets.
Apr 29, 2012
we are poets
About This Poem
Last Few Words: so this form is different, just a trial and error thing. read it normal than go back and just read the short lines.... it's rough. choppy and desperate for improvement!!
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
*sigh*
i just love you sometimes. that's all.
mag
i thought
. we banned that SIGH word. :)
i love you all the time
thats all.
hello
in our minds the words all fight
to be the first to see the light
each one hopes that it will be
a part of perfect poetry........................when that muse hits it seems we can't write fast enough doesn't it ? lol I'm sure there's a name for this form of poetry where every other line consists of a single word but it will be up to a more learned scribbler than I to know what it is..............stan
precisely
thanks for reading stan! :D
I like this more and more I read it
From chat I told you I got the feeling of a scratchy quill pen before me you had just seen a movie showing it, and thought about it for this.
This has a much unsuspected depth as a winter bare oak
thank you
Thanks Jess! and i will be thinking about changing that dreadful word to something more suitable :]
please do! 'beautiful' is a death knell word in a poem,
especially here something much better could be found.