I seem alive,
You hear me breathing,
He exists,
We think,
You perceive,
They remain.
It glows red,
It smells freshly made,
It sounds right,
It tastes sour,
It feels soft.
Each verb counts.
Place each carefully.
Real writers
Ink words,
Make pictures,
Etch outlines.
There is no is.
Comments
seashore | March 23, 2011 - 13:06
This is great!
celticman | March 23, 2011 - 22:08
Interestingly (or not) I read the other poem first and I can see the conundrum more clearly in this poem, but again I don't have any answers.
Dynamaso | March 24, 2011 - 05:26
I don't know what the title might be but I do like this.
Ewan | March 24, 2011 - 07:34
http://www.nobeliefs.com/eprime.htm
thanks for reading and commenting.
Blessing | February 27, 2012 - 21:22
Will have to catch up with the eprime link later.