by firexdancer   Feb 9, 2007

She's sitting in forgotten rooms,
remembering word by word
her hand sliding pen across paper
heart fluttering like a bird
emotions spill across the page
like candelight
filtering through the blood and rage
as she tries to forget
the writing on the slip of paper
is like a picture in it's detail
and music flows from instrument
as the poet falls


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  • 11 years ago

    by dollwithafrown

    This was unusual, but I liked it. Short, but sweet... in a bizarre way.

    "is like a picture in it's detail" - 'it's', doesn't need that apostrophe: 'its'.

    I could relate to this a lot, as I'm sure many people here could, since it clearly describes the mind of [some] poets. :)

  • 11 years ago

    by Kaila

    I liked it dont get me wrong but I'm not sure it ended correctly nice job thou

  • 11 years ago

    by amelia

    Nice one... crisp & sweet...great write up !
    good luck

  • 11 years ago

    by Afraid of the Dark

    Great job!


  • 11 years ago

    by Cella Bella

    Beautiful poem. It's very unique. It had a really good flow too, until the last few lines I think. Overall it was a wonderful write. 5/5


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