Silent noises from my pen
pierce the darkness,
though there is someone standing there
they do not hear me.
I paint them now
with words of gray -
Steel eyes that have misjudged me,
ashen fingers taint my words,
most grievously of all
a cloudy heart destroys my treasures.
I pass on
and am forgotten
I realize this poem lacks structure, but remember that ties me down? I got the idea for the jumbled sentences from some nice pieces featured in an Anthropologie catalog. The subject of this poem is someone that was very discouraging to me in my writing.
3 comments:
i love unstructured poems, because I think thoughts are also at first. i like the poem very much. Not only how it looks,also the words and the meaning are great.
I hope you get what i want to say even though i am no native speaker.
i love the unstructured structure. and also the words and the topic of the poem are wonderful. I enjoyed reading it and i will remember it
Yes, thanks so much!
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