http://www.flickr.com/photos/beforeorlater/3830277227/
Like kitchen scraps or cod and chips, you are wrapped up in newspaper. A carapace of words that you worry will stain your fingers. You took time with you when you left, but present me with cut-outs of what you would say, hoping for my approval. Do not fear, I’ll not shake you. I’ll keep my trembling; my raw, bare thoughts; my hidden claws, under your black hat.
Comments
Richard L. Prov... | August 23, 2009 - 02:26
Oh-la-la, a feisty poem. Nice going. Richard LP
luigi_pagano | August 23, 2009 - 08:16
Very, very good, Sikander, and so in keeping with the photograph.
threeleafshamrock | August 23, 2009 - 10:06
Excellent!
Sikander | August 23, 2009 - 11:54
Thank you so much for the lovely comments, Richard, Luigi and threeleaf.
This IP was great fun, but I did write it in the dead of night. It's lovely to wake-up to posistive feedback!
Sx
threeleafshamrock | August 23, 2009 - 12:01
Some of my best work has been done in dead of night...which reminds me; the schools open on Wednesday ;)
MistakenMagic | September 1, 2009 - 19:15
'I’ll keep my trembling; my raw, bare thoughts; my hidden claws, under your black hat.'
- love these lines! Sorry I'm so late in commenting ;)
Magic xxx
Sikander | September 2, 2009 - 19:24
That's all right, Magic. It was lovely of you to do so! Thank you.
Sx
MaggieG | September 5, 2011 - 18:26
Hmmmm I often wonder the point of slapping the word "prose" in front of poetry. It somehow implies ( at least to me ) that the work is a little less poetic. Nonsense ! This short wonderful piece is a perfect example. It is HIGHLY poetic !
This is damn good writing