Dirty Words
By Ewan
Sun, 29 Mar 2009
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what you whispered in
my ear, hot as summer, you
don't say in public
what you wrote on the
misted night-bus window shocked
my finer instincts
what you sent me in
that e-mail burned my heart with
its unjust flaming
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Very, very good; as in
Permalink Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
Very, very good; as in Dynamaso's 'Too Much Detail', short, sharp; the whole canvas covered with very little waste of paint! Nice one!
Chris
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Excellent poem, this. As
Excellent poem, this. As Chris said, "short, sharp" and not a word wasted.
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Well done, Ewan. I like a
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Well done, Ewan. I like a man of few words;-)
Tina
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Small, but exquisitely
Permalink Submitted by lenchenelf on
Small, but exquisitely formed :-) atb L
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