| Soul Through Winter My eyes are filling up again. I can not remember a time, When they did not hold the sea, It's pouring down catastrophe, It is raining, a dark storm is here. What can we do now? There is no end in sight. The on coming night is cold, I am frozen stiff. My eyes are glass. They shatter when I see you. Amanda Holtz |
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in a middle of a room stands a suicide sniffing a Paper rose smiling to a self "somewhere it is Spring and sometimes people are in real : imagine somewhere real flowers, but I can't imagine real flowers for if I could, they would somehow not Be real" (so he smiles smiling)"but I will not everywhere be real to you in a moment" The is blond with small hands "& everything is easier than I had guessed everything would be; even remembering the way who looked at whom first, anyhow dancing" (a moon swims out of a cloud a clock strikes midnight a finger pulls a trigger a bird flies into a mirror) e e cummings |
| This Could Be Your Poem! If you want your poem up here, Just send it right to me, [email protected] subject line "poetry corner" I can't wait to see, what you've got! ~Amanda |