Category: Writers Block
I belong to a tribe of two, a culture created and joined by intertwined spirits.
the soul, a symbol of their deep bond.
Their word of honor inscribed on their hearts for eternity.
An oath of friendship spoken by the very core.
Even words unspoken are known by the psyche.
He is her inhale as she is his exhale.
one breath,
One movement,
One soul.
I am taking a lit class in which we're required to read poetry. Some of the stuff is really good and clear and thought provokeing. While other works I am lost in trying to understand where the speaker is coming from. I like the fluidness in this poem. I wonder if you've broken it up by line? I love these last lines
"one breath,
One movement,
One soul.
"
A summation of the entire essance of the poem. Is there a sequence of time when you talk of tribe, then of culture? I like it, keep em coming. So many great poets on the zone and alas, so little time.
I too liked the last lines. and after reading nem's post, I'm left with nothing else to say. but it was good, as always