Seed-beds

By celticman

Sat, 06 Aug 2011
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9 comments
 

The slow dance
A little one’s need
Hope watered by tantrums
And tears of time
Not graying, just gone
I have no ears for sorrow
Only a face full of grief
Claustrophobic lips sealed
Pleading prayer pegs
Buried in my heart
A grotesque map of life
Wrapped in a shroud
Of darkness at rest

Certificate U
Poem
Drama

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
This is great celticman, a true poem from the heart. Jenny.

 

Submitted by celticman on
cheers Jenny

 

Submitted by Florian on
Enjoyed this, nicely done.

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
"Pleading prayer pegs" - love this line, celticman. An almost poem but more than brilliant! Magic xxx

 

Submitted by celticman on
Cheers Florian and MM. One day I'll manage a poem of your standards.

 

Submitted by Highhat on
You are really good at this Celtic- I admire your efforts- I especially like the "Pleading prayer pegs" line excellent- well done ;)Pia

Submitted by shoe on
I like the word choices and the ambiance of the piece,(though some of it is over my head I admit) and I like the last two lines especially, I found the capitals on the start of every line a bit distracting, maybe I'm not reading it right, Cheers

 

Submitted by celticman on
Thanks for reading Shoe and Richard. I don't think this is poetry, more an ordering of words. Sometimes inspiration can take us to strange places. One day I will write a poem...one day.

 

Submitted by Highhat on
I'm sneaking this in here Celtic- where else-? http://www.abctales.com/story/thomas-frye/numbers-clay