Terrorist
You came from nowhere
with a bomb strapped to your heart
hoping to explode.
I write
I write because
sometimes it hurts
and I need love
beyond a person's touch.
Observe My Hue
Observe my hue
fading to a grey
and then chalk white;
written on a sidewalk
in the rain.
Fading might often bring one to permanence. Awesome work.
ReplyDeleteInteresting idea!
Deletei write: excellent and most true for many a poet.
ReplyDeleteeach poem here has an exploding heart.
Awesome analysis :)
Deletei think my favorite is the hue one. yep.
ReplyDeletei might steal your idea and post little poems
on one post. :)
Excited to read them!
DeleteInteresting...this needing love beyond a person's touch. When we try on words, we expand our wardrobe, while at the same time inviting others into our closet. Ah...there, I've said it. The closet. So much hides in there. To love it, is to love me.
ReplyDeleteI bet your closet is pretty neat :)
Deletei like i write and observe my hue. both are touching. beyond a person's touch is such a lasting image-thought.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ed :) Let's observe some hues together.
DeleteThese fit together perfectly..it's like build-up..explosion...coming down..'I write' is tucked in there but seems to shout the loudest..to me at least..Jae
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jae. I'm usually pretty crazy over how to order things. Glad it worked out :)
DeleteYou are quite talented sir...quite talented indeed
ReplyDeleteAs are you, my friend :)
DeleteGood stuff! I connected most with "I write." I feel similarly.
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