To the Brim

by adroit   Apr 8, 2009


Filled
to the brim with a desire to create something new
to learn truth
to paint a picture with every hue
the brightest colors saved for last
looking to the future
stuck in the past
with you
my inspiration
my muse
call it anything you choose

filled
to the brim with the bitter tears of loss
every turn and every toss
no idea what it will cost
souls searing sharper against the lathes
turning, churning, squirming
caught among the waves
with you
lifetimes
all but thinning
is this what you call winning?

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  • 15 years ago

    by Armada the Gestalt

    First stanza's good. I particularly like 'the brightest colors saved for last' actually. It's a nice, pleasant image I haven't seen before.

    Second stanza could use some work as it's being prodded by the iron claw of cliche right about now, and lags.

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