Who is this...
Who is this I seeglaring right back at me
A tired, twisted old soul
Driven by the pounding rhythms
echoing from time long gone
An old soul in this new body
Hot, sexy, desired
Unwanted
Look beyond the skin
Slide your fingers under my eyes
probe depths of material
covering, shielding, housing
one small soul
Ageless
Infinite
Me
posted by Krista at 8:56 PM
4 Comments:
beautiful.
i love the breaks. they make me read it in whispers and gasps. the picture is brilliant. it gives us a look but doesnt reveal your whole face.
the fact that you explain yourself so thouroughly and yet keep an air of mystery...wow.
thank you ghost. positive reactions to my poetry feed me better than food ever could.
i admit, I keep coming back to this one to read it. it feels good to have broken loose again.
This may very well be my favorite poem of yours. I love it. Ghost is right about the breaks. And I'll add that the shorter lines/stanzas at the end are very effective at summarizing the poem in three words. I like the polarity in the third stanza and the imagery in the fourth... fingers sliding under eyes and probing depths... it's almost sexual. And, the accompanying picture is completely perfect for this poem. Rock on, rock on.
thanks Shenry. :D i always look forward to hearing what you think of my poetry. :)
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