Tell me your Passion

[tobias]

Greetings,

This is my second post. I'm hoping for/welcoming some feedback. I have had a couple of poems published in (what turns out to be) the tackiest of publications, so i'm hoping to share my poems with some "Real" poets and in the process learn and be inspired.

thanks, Tobi

What time will you let slip
your passion for light or dark?
At noon, when tide is high?
Or at twelve again when
the time to draw straws
and suck up the moon
is nigh.

For dying light suspends
true thoughts, as you well
know; holds them firm to
pulse and jive, till morning
edges its weary light, into
the darkest corners
of our lives.

Just let slip at noon, please
let slip at noon.

[camus]

Tobias, sod the packing, I only booked the flight and hotel 2 days ago, its a whim, fly with it.

Really enjoyed this poem.

"For dying light suspends
true thoughts,"

Beautiful.

[Thomas]

It is a nice piece some nice lines...cheers Tom..

[pb]

tobias,

a delightful piece, i like the weary light, well known to anyone who has lain awake and watched 'the room take shape'. I especially like the suspended thoughts, like camus.

I'm intrigued - why would you wish them to let slip at noon?