Newspapers

by Everlasting   Jul 8, 2017


In this 32 degree fahrenheit

alley of life,

your daily newspapers

feed my soul.

I gain pounds of love,

but I am still cold.

written by: L.L.

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PROMPT

'enough'

is our relationship's
best adjective

taken from i woke up in a month of sundays
given by G.L Stark © 4 years ago

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  • 6 years ago

    by Em

    Oh my goodness. I've read this a dozen times and I just can't fathom how it makes me feel so it's taken me awhile to write this comment.

    Title: I do like this distinctive title because in my opinion in gives nothing away and it's intriguing as it got me thinking is it good or bad news sprouting from this paper of yours and I'm guessing I'll find out when reading on.

    1/ I'll admit I had to google Fahrenheit to degrees (because I'm dumb when it comes to that) and it translate as 0 degrees which is petty chilly but not freezing which makes me think life hasn't been kind to you and reading the newspaper written in this part makes me wonder if this person you speak of is spinning you a whole web of lies which have been pulling the wool over your eyes for so long so they feed your soul make you fall for them until bam.. you have nothing left to give.

    2/ I absolutely love this because in my opinion it changes my whole thoughts on the first stanza and I feel this person wasn't spinning you a web of lies etc but infact helping you to trust and love again but because of your past (just my opinion) you still felt cold, weary and unable to trust and love again possibly. I love the imagery of you gaining pounds of love as simply as you would pounds of weight/muscle.

    This is fantastic as always.
    Em

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