Take a walk on the outer walls
of that old city.
It’s Winter, getting dark,and the faces
of commuters are harried as gargoyles;
the ache of the day is still in us,
and you are still missing your pills.
Ancient.
I wondered if you could suggest more about the inner state by tinkering with the perception?
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I didn't care for it the first time I read it, but the second time I found it lovely. I have to ease my brain into modern poetic logic the way one eases into a hot tub that is too hot.
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If you don't like the black theme, it is easy to switch to a lighter color. Just ask me how.
If I don't critique your poem, it is probably because I don't understand it.
If you don't like the black theme, it is easy to switch to a lighter color. Just ask me how.
If I don't critique your poem, it is probably because I don't understand it.
Thanks Mac for the suggestion but sometimes lines just come to you. Once i get thinking about "inner perception" that's when it stops.
Not sure if it's modern poetry, Caleb, but glad you found something in it you liked( too hot lol)
Tony
Not sure if it's modern poetry, Caleb, but glad you found something in it you liked( too hot lol)
Tony
Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.
Robert Graves
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.
Robert Graves