Category: Writers Block
A wall of ice,
Freezing, easing wide the barrier between,
Your hand and mine.
No explanations, no comfort can I give you,
Now that the bridge is drawn, and the mote is so vast.
Were I a fish, I would swim to you,
Were I a bird, I would soar.
Were I a song, I would sing to you,
Through the deep chill silence,
Past the star-strewn heavens,
Deftly round your questions,
An answer,
A plea,
Turn back!
The light is warm upon your face,
The world is full and rich with love,
And you, young rose are set to drink it all,
Beyond the pain,
Beyond unknowing.
Turn back,
And let the explanations come at last.
Oh wow, that was good, I write poems and songs too..
I like this poem too.
I don't write nothing but board posts.
Bob
A great poem Trevyn, well done. I write too, of sorts, but nothing of that calibre. Keep it up.
Fallen Moonlight, thankyou! I will look for you on the board. I'd like to see some of your work.
Simon, it's good to hear from you again! Thank you for the complement. I will look for you on the boards. If it is as interesting as your posts always are, I have something to look forward to.
Hey Bob! How are you? Try writing haiku. A haiku is a poem with three lines. The first line has five syllabols. The second line has seven, and the third has five again.
I zip my gymbag,
Rummaging for my wallet,
I swear, lost again.
Yeah I know. That one was lame. Most that I've read are about love or sunsets or profound rage.
This poem was very beautiful. I love the emotion in it.
Digressive Distortion, thank you very much! I suppose it helped that when I wrote it, I fancied myself in love. A passing thing, a maid who did not deserve such sentments, and a sense of unnecessary sympathy. Strange the places life finds the words within a poet's soul. Do you write/
Oh yeah! I've written quite a bit. Some of my poetry has been posted here on this board, and I might be posting some more soon.
I love this poem. You are wonderful at converying emotions, in this case aching longing.