- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A Freeze-Dried Life
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Click hereLong years of Paris and freeze-dried clothes
Mommy cried in a summer around the corner
a never stop loving it, being close to crimson
painted on your grandfather's funeral summer.
But when I go
there must be the bluest blue impressions
no crimson deep entices me into that night!
Some figures I have already do
a green and alone to spend plan
a brown and laid open up
from the soil man
Who can be
a hope of me
mine for more well met
And
while the first, the last
thing you can cry
with fearful tearful eye
to fight for flesh or love
The truth?
You borrowed all the stars across
full time without full me
or even just relief
to sing in song our grief
Now is lost
It was Helen
and Troy is fallen
- COMMENTS
tazz317almost 12 years agowhen freeze dried wasnt the answer or result. TK U MLJ LV NV
duddle146over 17 years agoColorful images make this poem a delight ~ read slowly while savoring the beautiful images and evocative nature of this rendering is a pleasant experience.
normal jeanabout 19 years agoand much lengthier than most of your other poetry. I liked it a lot. especially this part--
Some figures I have already do
a green and alone to spend plan
a brown and laid open up
from the soil man
Who can be
a hope of me
mine for more well met
it was difficult to read at first, it seems like some punctuation is missing, or something, but as I read and reread, it "felt" better. I guess I just like it, even if it is a mouthful, it was a pleasurable one :)
Anonymousabout 19 years agoI enjoyed the read, Reltne, but there were some words I stumbled upon..giving me a tongue tie. Also, I believe if you would've added some more punctuation to this piece, it would've flowed much smoother.
I hope you respect my honesty.
saldne
Anonymousabout 19 years agoEspecially this last stanza:
"Now is lost
It was Helen
and Troy is fallen"
